i have to stop looking for my story elsewhere.. i need to stop looking for it in the books i read, the movies i watch, the people i observe, the music that i listen to and the words that i hear.
they were not written about me, not made about me. the beautiful images that they spin, the pathos that accompany them, the pain, the tragedy, the joy and the satisfaction.. they are not mine.
the script of my life has NOT been written yet. it is still a work in progress. and it can NOT progress unless and until i work on it.
"...the individual writes and performs the script for his
or her own life. Neither chance nor a divine being writes the script for us.
We write it, and we are the actors who play it.
You are the author and the hero. To perform your play well, it is important to
pound the script into your head so thoroughly that you can see it vividly before
your eyes."
dreams are beautiful even when they are tragic. but at the end of the day, they ARE but dreams. they end soon as your eyes open. they leave you disoriented, if you forget to make a distinction between what's but a mirage, and what's the reality.
dream, believe, feel, imagine. let your imagination soar. test your boundaries with the power of your imagination.
then get off your ass and make it happen. it's YOUR life. YOU got to live it the way you see it, not simply see it happen to someone else and then look for satisfaction or sadistic pleasure in what enfolds in their's.
"the reason i keep bringing it up is because i don't ever want you to be disillusioned. i was a believer once too, but reality sunk in soon enough. but i don't want the same to happen with you. i don't want you to stop believing."
don't you worry... i won't be.
"...the individual writes and performs the script for his
or her own life. Neither chance nor a divine being writes the script for us.
We write it, and we are the actors who play it.
You are the author and the hero. To perform your play well, it is important to
pound the script into your head so thoroughly that you can see it vividly before
your eyes."
dreams are beautiful even when they are tragic. but at the end of the day, they ARE but dreams. they end soon as your eyes open. they leave you disoriented, if you forget to make a distinction between what's but a mirage, and what's the reality.
dream, believe, feel, imagine. let your imagination soar. test your boundaries with the power of your imagination.
then get off your ass and make it happen. it's YOUR life. YOU got to live it the way you see it, not simply see it happen to someone else and then look for satisfaction or sadistic pleasure in what enfolds in their's.
"the reason i keep bringing it up is because i don't ever want you to be disillusioned. i was a believer once too, but reality sunk in soon enough. but i don't want the same to happen with you. i don't want you to stop believing."
don't you worry... i won't be.
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