We sit here calmly, we write out all we need to work on, and it becomes a constant need to write. Our little minds work hard so we don’t have to. We know we will keep going, our story will get done. But with every word we type, we wonder how the story will end, or begin. Some days, you just have to write, others you have to dream of the story. It can be crazy, it can be thrilling. But we just keep writing like there is no tomorrow. It’s all in the dreams we have, the words that flow from mind to hand. Some days, it may seem like we are never alone in our thoughts as we type out the story we want to say.
With every breath we take, the story changes. The new words come out, bringing more of the story to life than we are aware of. Can we keep going when all else seems impossible. If each word creates more of the story, shouldn’t the story change the more words you add to it? Shouldn’t the changes we make be unique to the story that is forming?
Some stories are new to us, some are old as time. The days of childhood fantasies are not quite over, as long as there are writers to write, and dreamers to dream up the stories we wish to tell.
In every story we write, in every tale we tell, there is a chance we will change ourselves as much as we change the characters we write about. Just look to childhood fantasies and new dreams that appear on the horizon. Every story has a path, every dream has a goal.
Dream your wildest dreams, tell your best tales. What’s old will be young again.
Filed under: Uncategorized