Dreams and Sacrifices

When I was a boy I liked to write. It was the only thing I wanted to do with my life. I invented imaginary people and filled notebooks with their stories. – The History of Love

You know the saying, be careful what you wish for because you just might get it?

Well, that saying is true. What we want is rarely what we need. Because, in the end, whether we like it or not, what we need is to learn to appreciate what we already have. What cannot be bought, what cannot be taken from us.

But, well, we all have dreams. And dreams do come true… at a price.

I like writing. This is my dream. This is what I love doing more than anything else in the world. I love words. I love to write stories into existence.

Sometimes I write knowing that my stories will never come true.

Sometimes I write hoping they would, somehow, come true.

I write because some part of me feels lonely beyond any other way of redemption. I also write because some part of others will feel less lonely after having read my words.

But, you, those who read my words, you cannot see what lies behind the curtain, so to speak. The things you sacrifice, the people who leave, the hours you spend all alone in an empty and quiet room. Hours of introspection, hours of being but a mere shadow of life, allowing all that takes place in the world to flow through you, so you can better describe what this is. This world. This life. This thing we call being a human being.

There’s always a bit of soul selling going on in order to make our dreams come true. Time we never get back. A little bit of ourselves. A little bit of pain, of hurt, of anger, of uncertainty.

I once read that someone’s success in life is proportional to how much uncertainty that person can handle.


I want to write until I can’t write anymore. That simple. That hard.

I want to write until I have no words left in me.


  1. There is nothing more precious than knowing exactly what you want to do. It is really painful to be lost, not knowing where to turn and what to do. Sometimes we have to suffer a bit until we see clearly what is our vocation. I’m glad you found yours!

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  2. I share the sentiment of writing to death. I want my last work to be unfinished, simply because I died in the middle of writing it! My wife and son will come across the madness of manuscripts in my office, and hopefully move forward with publishing them.

    Thanks for sharing this.

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  3. I love this. I think a huge reason why I’m touched by this post is the mentioning of all the sacrifices that go on behind the scenes that no one knows about or sees. We know the struggles we have to face and the many nights of wondering if it’s all worth it in the end. There’s a fire inside that keeps burning to keep going for that dream because it’s what we live for. You reminded me of that. Really loved this post, Christian. Very inspiring. 🙂

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  4. Cristian, you’re not alone as long as you’ve your reader who’s heartily grateful to you, so am I, for showing the Road to Damascus. You’ve mentioned the saying as an epithet, but your own phrases, assertions, spelled out explanations are all can be cited as philosophical citations. Thank you very much for sharing your thoughts.

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  5. I will write until not a single word remains in my soul.
    And even then I will write on because writing isn’t something I do. Its part of who I am.

    Thank you Cristian. I absolutely love this post


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  6. “ I write because some part of me feels lonely beyond any other way of redemption.”

    This line really resonated with me as I write for the same reason. I very much appreciate your candor. It is inspiring to see someone who has achieved their dream and is so successful.

    Thank you.

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  7. I feel the same. In the short time I have been on this platform, I have found That I enjoy it far more than what I used to do on all my other platforms. Other real life stuff notwithstanding, I can’t wait to write my blog every day. It’s true, what you said in another of your blogs… about spending hours and hours writing, perfecting etc. but I love it !


  8. This is so beautiful. I feel it in so many ways. I love writing. Always have too. Back when I was a teenager writing a story I was writing was the only way to escape what was happening to me. Its saying all the things you wish you could have said. All the things you never thought about saying. Things that are but could never be.

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