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Rome will envy me

If people aren’t laughing at your dreams, your dreams aren’t big enough.

Here’s a question for you, why do people hate clichés? well, I don’t know the real answer because its based on perception, but relatively speaking its because clichés are close to the truth. As we all know truth hurts, as corny as it may be but practice does indeed make perfect, ask any martial artist. Musashi Myamoto propounded that even if you were to practice a thousand days you will still be a novice. That’s over 3 years worth of practice and still you don’t deserve a rank. That my friends is focus and dedication, no wonder people discredited him.

We always look for the easy way out, myself included as I mentioned in a previous post. True dedication comes from sacrificing the superficial for the dreams one holds dear. I understand that circumstance also plays a pivotal role in people’s endeavours, the trick is to not let them become the excuse for your inequities. I only speak of myself here, but I bet if you’re truthful, at some point you can relate to this. I realised that I was different than others when I dreamed different.

When I was a boy, whilst most boys my age could mentally de-construct and label parts of a lamborghini diablo, I couldn’t even spell lamborghini. I hated football, again another pleasure for the boys my age, personally I liked martial arts. I was considered weird, although I’m thinking that could’ve been because of the long, leather, morpheous-esque coat I used to wear. I made peace with these social differences a long while back. I had something these lads didn’t, a fantastic talent.

You see friends anyone can be a writer, in your mind, in your soul, heart whatever you want to call it. I was more than a mere writer, I was a dreamer and with a dynamic imaginative complex I was able to weave some pretty tantalising tales. No one truly appreciated this talent, honestly neither did I until I began to see dividends for it. I now have bigger dreams.

Now I want to create an empire, that will rival Rome. Your gut instinct is to laugh, am I right? or if you’re polite I think you deem me somewhat deluded? In any case I have this dream, but more so than that I have vision. If you could paint a path to your dreams what would it look like? I can tell you, you are looking at my map as you read. Hidden in every line I’ve written and you’ve read are thoughts, these are digital way points that I have erected. I don’t expect you to understand my exuberant rantings, I expect you to laugh at me.

I am a living cliché and I deserve to be ignored, I’m wondering how long will you?