Something I always found interesting about myself is that I'm a very symbolic dreamer. That's what dreams are anyway, right? They're simulations of unresolved conflict that we're not dealing with in our waking lives. In our dreams, we churn through what makes us tick. The only way to face our problems is to face our fears head-on.


In the past, when someone asked me what I planned to do with myself, I actually had something to say. In the dream I had last night, though, when someone asked me what I planned to do with my life, I didn't have an answer. 


It's an awkward moment of silence when you realize that you're on standby while everyone else seems to have their life figured out. Then time passes, everyone around you starts to grow up, and when your break is slow to come, people naturally fall away.


The goofiest, silliest person you knew in high school? Married with two kids and has a job he seems happy with. The best friend you had growing up? Happily married, no kids, but is always traveling with her wife, posting vacation pics frequently on Instagram.


It starts to feel like no one told you that you were playing a game of musical chairs. 'Get a job, get married, move up in your career, retire, and spend the rest of your days happily with funds you have saved up.' Soon enough, the song ends, and so does your time here on Earth.


Anyway, continuing the dream...


After that awkward moment of silence that followed her question, the woman handed me a small marble-sized globe. I looked at it with confusion. "That's an entire world map. It's to remind you that no matter where you go and turn, where you choose to hide in the world, your problems will always follow and haunt you. Wake up. Before it's too late." She said. I looked at the globe in my hand, then back at her face. In a matter of seconds, her 30-year-old-face aged hundreds. I soon found myself in a cemetery.


The dream ends there.


It seems obvious what the moral of the story is here.


Nothing seems impossible. Nothing is out of reach. Yet, the world gives us a bunch of rules and expects us to comply with them. There are a lot of lies, hidden agendas, unanswered questions, and a ton of bullshit.


Yet, if we look beyond the scope of the pages in the rulebook of life, we come to understand that everyone's making it up as they go along. No one has the answers; and the posts that you see on social media? They are just highlight reels. What you don't see is the constant fighting behind closed doors, all the broken dreams that separate happy couples, and the compromises people make in the name of a happy life. Yet, in reality, all of the things they call compromise are truly at the expense of what could have been.


We sacrifice so much of who we are for the sake of the rulebook because we think it'll lead to a happier life. Sure, maybe that's one way to look at it.


Courage is not the absence of fear but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear.


Ambrose Redmon said those words.


At the end of the day, I'm writing to you, dear reader, the one who is struggling to find inspiration in life. You don't have to have your life figured out. At all. (Bleep) that (bleep). You do, however, need to keep moving forward in life. You need to be a shark; that which does not swim will drown.




Gradually, 'little by little' becomes a lot.


You must be the hero of your own story; and these are words written to you by someone who has never once (until now) felt like he was the hero of his own story. You must be the parent to your inner-child. For the kid who worked their ass off to forge you into who you are today.


Persist and resist. Fight for your dreams and resist giving up when something or someone rejects your attempts. There's always another way. Find it. Because you can dwell on your own mortality and past with something to live for, or not. Something worth fighting for always makes the battle of life worth surviving.


The duration of our life is unknown, so Memento Mori, as the Romans would say. "Remember death." Remember that we are mortal, so we must fail our way to success and happiness with the time we've got here on Earth. Because eventually, we'll all be a speck of dust floating through the ages.