January 14, 2004
“One who advances confidently in the direction
of one’s dream, and endeavors to live the life which one has imagined...will
meet with a success unexpected in common hours.”
Everybody knows my dream. I tell the world I want to be a writer. Correction—I tell the world I am a writer.
Well, I am.
I am a published writer, but the published part is beside the point. I live to write, and I write regularly. Therefore, I am a writer.
Am I a success? No, not particularly, by most standards. All the more reason to love this quote. You know what I have right now? Time. Yes, that’s right, after twenty years of doing whatever I needed to do to make a living, I finally have time. Time…to endeavor to live the life I have imagined. It’s good. It’s bad. It’s hard. It’s exactly the way I imagined. But, if I continue to endeavor to live the life of a writer, to truly believe that I am a writer… Maybe I will find that success.
Then again… What is success? Could it be that the unexpected success comes from merely doing what you love, what makes you happy, rather than how the world perceives success?
Maybe I already am a success.