Where there is a will, there is a way.
Dreamers are a dying breed.
After a long conversation with my Dad today (it wasn’t really THAT long, but compared to any conversation I’ve had with him it was) about my future plans. The last two years of college, what I want to major in. Surprisingly he gave me the advice to do whatever it is that makes me happy. Regardless of money, if you love doing it, it isn’t work. However, this is my dilemma, just deciding. I have several passions in life and so much creativity at times. Usually it’s so spur of the movement and I forget it far before I can ever implement it. If only if I could focus my thoughts on one particular thing I love in life instead of essentially wasting these precious ideas.
If only my back wasn’t up against the wall.
“How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.”
-Henry David Thoreau
The religious have no sense of humor I guess?
And it continues…
