I have this strange custom. Every morning I like to go to the park and sit on the same bench and just gaze at the sun. For as long as I can, until my neck starts aching or my head starts hurting. If someone else is sitting on the bench, I stroll around the park until they leave.
One winter morning, something happened.
A woman was standing in the middle of the frozen lake, her feet struggling to keep her body balanced. It’s been so long since that moment that I forgot what she looked like. But I remember that she had a beautiful smile.
She was in love, that I am sure of.
“We are all ordinary. We are all boring. We are all spectacular. We are all shy. We are all bold. We are all heroes. We are all helpless. It just depends on the day.” — Brad Meltzer
The biggest problem people have is their belief that they shouldn’t have problems. They have this strange idealism that forces them to believe in fairy tales that can barely exist on paper, let alone in the real world.
Thus, hell is not a place, but rather a feeling you carry around with you. The sense of “not quite.” The bitter feeling of “almost” that fills up your days.
The idea that you are stuck on the fifth chapter of your story and can’t write a single sentence anymore. Your main character does not know he’s the hero yet. He’s yet to figure himself out, has yet to understand his greater purpose.
To most people, it’s as if some part of their soul is missing, and what’s left is condemned to forever miss that part. Continue reading
“People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.” – Neil Gaiman
There are two types of people in the world: the realists and the idealists. Some realists even go as far as to call themselves cynics. I’d just say they’re idealists who once upon a time got their hearts broken. Continue reading
“A writer is a writer because, even when there is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise, you keep writing anyway.” – Junot Diaz
I write because I know that I couldn’t live without my stories, without my characters, without my strange habit of angrily punching those keys on the keyboard late every night. Continue reading
“Never regret thy fall,
O Icarus of the fearless flight
For the greatest tragedy of them all
Is never to feel the burning light.”
― Oscar Wilde
Staying too close to the ground. Being afraid of the fall to such an extent that you never even spread your wings and fly. The lies you tell yourself, the life you have to live because of those lies.
It’s pathetic, is it not? All the excuses, no matter how valid. It’s pathetic to be envious of other people’s success, to be ignorant to the point of trying to find some external factors as to why you can’t do it and they can.
It’s heartbreaking. Continue reading
“Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.” – Harriett Tubman
My father would always jokingly (or maybe not) ask me how do you call those who have a lot of ideas? I’d say “idealists” and he’d start laughing and say “idiots.”
I have always dreamed big, I have always imagined myself reaching for the stars.
When I was six years old, I’d dream that one day I’d travel to the US, change my name to Chris Packlem, and become the richest man in the world. I’d own all the world’s largest companies, and have an assistant by the name of John. I had absolutely no idea how that was going to happen, and I thought that I’d start by opening a grocery store somewhere in my twenties and then things would take off. But I had no doubt about it. Continue reading
“We don’t know who we are until we see what we can do.” – Martha Grimes
Who are you? What defines you as a person? What qualities do you possess? But what about flaws? What do you want most in life? What are you afraid of the most?
If only it were so simple to answer those questions. A person is the sum total of all his experiences until the present moment. Experiences and reactions to those experiences. Not only the story, but the change that accompanied said story.
What I’m really trying to say is that we change. We become more and more what the world wants us to be, or we become more and more who we want to be. Either way, we change.
But I strenuously believe that we must set our own course, that we must aspire to be the kind of person we’d love to meet, even though it’s no easy task.