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Do What You Love, or What You Must?

One of the greatest speakers, Les Brown, said something to the effect: keep working at what you love.

How many of us do that?

Life gets in the way of dreams. We need a job to earn our keep, support our family; and that particular job doesn’t always align with what we truly love to do. We take the job and enter a mind-numbing daily routine. Live for the weekend. For vacations. For retirement.

We spend our time wishing our life away, so we can retire.

What about the dream?

Les Brown also said that our dream in its unique form was given to us, not anyone else. Sure, many people love to paint, dance, write. But no one else in this world has that exact unique mind-set that makes our dreams and goals ours alone to bring to life.

Les Brown quotes about motivation in life

I love to write.

My dream would be to write often, or as often as possible. But dream and reality don’t always coexist.

Still, I’m stubborned. I try carving out time for writing every day. If not actual writing, at least something related, such as editing, or reading, or learning something new about writing in all its forms.

We need to set side time for our dream, or what’s the point?

Taking care of family is one of the points. We do that everyday. We meet out obligations.

But if we don’t carve out time for our dream, something inside us dies every day. Day after day.

One day, we’ll wake up and wonder what happened. Here we are opening our eyes to a new day, able to take in oxygen, move about, talk. Yet, we feel dead inside. Because we let a part of us go. Or maybe the process is gradual. Each day we die inside a little more.

Don’t let go of your dream, dear friend.

Whatever it is.

Say it with me, a constant reminder.

I won’t let go of my dream.

We have to program ourselves, or life will program us.

After a longer than usual time of stagnation, I am reclaiming my dream by releasing a book a five short stories. A quick read. It can be read in one evening, or set aside for bits of enjoyment (I hope) over several evenings. It’s titled START AGAIN. Cover reveal and more behind each story coming up next week.

I won’t let go of my dream.

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Eye, Brow, Brown, Day Dream, Thinking

The dream sat at the edge of my consciousness all morning.

Like a flickering lamp — flashes never materializing into a bright whole.

Of course not. I was awake.

By early afternoon only the memory remained. A night story of the mind. Subconsciousness riveted by life, maybe. This dream, broken and mysterious, stayed with me longer than any other during the wake state when dreams should be gone.

Will I ever see it again? 

Bokeh, Background, Light Reflections

Have you experienced persistent bits of dreams throughout the day? Not  memories, but fragmented bursts of the real deal that push to the surface of your mind at random times. Demanding attention. Then fading away. 

My grandmother, in the old country, used to interpret dreams in all forms. I think every woman her age did. She inspired the dream decoder character in my novel, Stranger or Friend.  

I remember her talking about chance encounters, the possibility of an argument in near future, a visitor — all read from dreams. Some things foretold happiness, others not so much. 

To my grandmother dreams in any form meant something. They were to be dissected, analyzed, discussed.

Those days are now a distant memory.

Wish I had listened closer.


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