a long time ago in another blog far, far away, i wrote this to myself:
"imagination is what defines us as human beings and not animals. in the moment that succeeds a stimulus and precedes a reaction, we hold the ability to imagine- the ability to conjure an anticipated response. this imagination doesn't have to be colorful, it doesn't have to be arabesque. but that moment of imagination can either be resourceful or damaging. you can choose to respond with control over your actions... or you can simply let it all p a s s y o u b y.
this is what separates the dreamers and castle-builders.
i used to call myself a dreamer, a romantic for life. but dreamers are habitually impractical. and though it is never a crime to punctuate your thoughts with idealistic fantasies... why be tortured by it? why not make it happen? castle-builders envision just the same but castle-builders take control and work to bring those desires to life."
i would like to make this relevant again. lately, i've not been a castle-builder. nor have i been a dreamer. it's heart-wrenching to discover this- to realize that i've lost all sense of self. but the truth is in these pages. these empty, unscathed pages that should be glowing with fervent, insistent marks.
no need to worry. they won't be off the hook for much longer. this coal in the pit of my stomach laid dormant for quite some time but i reassure you, something is brewing again. i'm here, i'm resilient, and i've got too much to share to let it all go to waste.
in life, all i want is to get all that i possibly can out of it- to milk it for all that it's worth.
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