If You’re Not Dreaming Big for Yourself, Who Is Doing It for You?

They had laid him on a bed of leaves and twigs and branches. Flowers covering his body. The woman sat to his right, crying. Tears flooded her eyes, trembled down her cheeks, fell down her nose. Tears dropped from her chin. The man sat upright, peering at the furnace of the sun drawn against the purple haze of the night to come. It was going to be a dark and cold and empty night, he thought.

Soon, the night poured over them. All they could see were the stars nailed against the blankness. East of Eden, at the edge of the world, there was nothing but infinite emptiness. They had been given the greatest gift that had ever been offered to any living thing. They often gazed at the dark sky and could see the liquid mist of morning covering the land. They could see it clearly in their minds and spoke often of it with great pleasure.

“What is going to happen?” the woman asked.

He kept scanning the horizon, hands on his hips. “He has gone to a better world,” he said matter of factly.

“What world would that be?”

He turned around, smiled tenderly at her. “A place where he can be free.” He knelt beside her, curled his fingers against hers. “Where he can hunt as much as he likes. Where he can give names to the creatures that have none yet, where he can eat as much as he pleases. Never feel thirst or hunger. Never feel cold or hot. Never feel tired or weak.” He did not dare look at the body that laid beside them. “Never feel pain. Never feel sadness. Never cry a single tear.”

“Does such a place exist?” she asked.

He nodded.

There weren’t many words at the beginning of time. Plenty was yet to be imagined into existence. Regardless, he knew. He felt it in his heart, even though he could not use words to give it life.

He knew that if such a place did not exist, they could always make it up…

If you lose the capacity to dream big for yourself, what do you have left?

If you cut off your own wings and decide to crawl through life, is it even called living or is it just surviving?

If you blame your circumstances, or your bad luck, or fate, or other people, why would you ever fight for your dreams?

Ask yourself these questions. Do not discard them easily, for without dreams, we are like birds in a cage. We are unable to fly, to find and enjoy freedom, a sense of deep purpose, a sense of belonging to something much greater than ourselves.

We are who we are. We are who we have to be. And we must fight for our dreams, no matter what.

The opening excerpt is from a novel I am writing. A novel I am struggling with. A novel that I have to fight to make time for. It is what it is.

I choose to fight for my dream, even though it is not easy, even though sometimes I feel as if the weight of the world is on my shoulders, and all I want to do is to shrug.

Do not let your dreams die, for you will die with them long before they plant you in the ground.

Without dreams, we are condemned to this bizarre state of lethargy. Day after day after day of nothing happening. Dying one day at a time, but never quite being fully alive either.

Fight for your dreams.

I am fighting for mine.


 

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Never Stop Evolving

Almost four years ago I lost something important to me. I lost the pleasure to write. Struggling with depression, not wanting to admit this struggle, not willing to say it out loud that something had to change, I did my best to be self-destructive while hoping someone would save me from myself.

Truth be told, I’m not good at lying to myself enough to pretend that okay is good enough. That average is fine for me. That routine is something I enjoy.

I spent most of my childhood dreaming of the moment I’d grow up and assume the role and put a dent in the universe, and here I was, twenty something, lost, lazy, confused, and somehow feeling sorry for myself day in and day out.

I had lost myself, had lost the drive that got me this wonderful blog and a fantastic audience. Lost my hunger, my ambition, my desire to be the best possible version of myself.

I thought this was it. This was what I was going to be, this was all that I could be. Somehow, less than average. Some sort of… dreamer without the energy to do anything other than dream.

Everything felt too hard: working out, doing the work, aspiring for more, learning new things.

Twenty something years old and I felt as if I was too old to learn new stuff.

I was lazy. That was what I was. I wanted for things to fall on my lap or else pretended that I didn’t want them at all.

I dreamed of a future where I could be all that I had dreamt of being, but wouldn’t move a finger to make those dreams a reality.

If you’re like this, if there’s this stupid voice telling you that you can’t do something, please don’t listen to it.

If there’s a voice telling you that it’s okay to want things and accept you’ll never have them, do silence this voice.

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Reblogs [SEPTEMBER]: Special Offer

So, all the spots for August are sold out, but…

Now you can purchase reblogs for September.

$39.99 instead of the usual $99.99.

But, wait, it gets better.

If you purchase 2 reblogs you only pay $29.99 per reblog. Oh, and you get a sponsored post as bonus as well!

If you have a blog post you are proud of and would like it to be read by over 138 thousand people, now it’s your chance.

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What are reblogs?

Well..

I’d call them trailers for blog posts.

Let’s say you write a blog post. So, I choose a short snippet of that post (usually the first lines) then add a link to your post. I put this on my blog.

This way, over 135, 000 people get to see this short preview. Those who want to read more, click on the link and go to your blog.

It’s a way to gain exposure.

“Cristian Mihai’s reblogging of each chapter of my novel Redwood Summer onto his site allowed me to reach a wider audience of new readers that I would not have found otherwise. Thank you!” – Robert Kirkendall

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When Okay Is Not Enough

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“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: We all want everything to be okay. We don’t even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.”David Levithan

Let me tell you something about myself: I’ve never really settled for okay. Yes, okay is good. For a while. But there’s always something to ruin it… there’s always something waiting to ruin our lives… Continue reading

Reblogs [SEPTEMBER]: Special Offer

So, all the spots for August are sold out, but…

Now you can purchase reblogs for September.

$39.99 instead of the usual $99.99.

But, wait, it gets better.

If you purchase 2 reblogs you only pay $29.99 per reblog. Oh, and you get a sponsored post as bonus as well!

If you have a blog post you are proud of and would like it to be read by over 138 thousand people, now it’s your chance.

CLICK HERE TO PURCHASE

What are reblogs?

Well..

I’d call them trailers for blog posts.

Let’s say you write a blog post. So, I choose a short snippet of that post (usually the first lines) then add a link to your post. I put this on my blog.

This way, over 135, 000 people get to see this short preview. Those who want to read more, click on the link and go to your blog.

It’s a way to gain exposure.

“Cristian Mihai’s reblogging of each chapter of my novel Redwood Summer onto his site allowed me to reach a wider audience of new readers that I would not have found otherwise. Thank you!” – Robert Kirkendall

CLICK HERE TO PURCHASE

You Read The Blog — Why Not Sponsor It?

You’re reading the posts, so why not sponsor one?

Each new post gets about 1,000 reads within the first 24 hours of it being published.

And, with over 137,000 followers, this blog is one of the most popular blogs on art and culture on WordPress.com.

All shameless promoting aside, I believe it’s also a good way to earn some extra $, which would help me keep on writing full-time. This month was probably my best month in terms of words written since 2010, mostly because I could afford to spend a lot more time writing, instead of worrying about bills and food and stuff like that.

Trust me, a hungry artist is a grumpy artist.

OKAnyway, here‘s how a sponsored post looks like.

Yeah. It’s been a while since I offered this option.

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At the end of a post you’ll get a mention (short description of your blog or book or business) and a link towards that respective website.

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You can purchase sponsored posts on my e-store here. All payments secured via PayPal, of course.

There’s Victory Behind Every Defeat

Or a kick in the ass is also a step forward. That would be a sort of alternate title for this blog post.

I’m sure you know what failure means, but what you don’t know is that, whether life changing or not, every defeat carries with it enormous potential. Somewhere hidden, of course.

We often choose to deny it, but  failure is an integral part of who we are as humans.

That’s why we like success stories so much. That’s why we love to believe that brilliant writers come up with wonderful first drafts. Everything they write is gold. The bitter alternative to this is that we have to work hard all our lives and still be haunted by the monster of failure.

We all want to become so good at what we love doing that it becomes effortless. We want to stroll our fingers across the keyboard and win the Pulitzer.

But it’s not like that.
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