This is yet another journal entry. It is a little older(relatively speaking...the journal is only a few months old). It was written on 5/11/97 after returning from the beach where I saw a very inspiring graffiti wall.
Let's talk, you and I. Let's talk about dreams. Not in the acronymical(is that a word?..it is now)sense, but in the traditional. Dreams are strange things. They can come true, but there is a trick to that. You see, they don't just come true on their own. You have to make them come true. You have to be ambitious enough to do it yourself, 'cause no one else is gonna do it for you. They have their own dreams to worry about. You can't just walk blindly down a path and expect not to trip. Everything will not work itself out. You have to open your eyes and look for the best path. If it's not there, you have to make a new one that suits you. Your universe was not created to cater to their dreams. They may follow you, wear out your path, but that doesn't matter because you will never go down it again. It may be hard to carve a new path thre the brambles and underbrush of the future, but if it suits you then it was worth it.
The future...it's a funny thing. There are an infinite number of paths leading into it. There is only on leading into the past, your past. They point where they all converge is constantly moving. And it is a point in the truest sense. It is exactly a nothingth of an inch long, wide, and deep, and it lasts a nothingth of a second. The present.
I seem to be straying from the subject of dreams, but I'm not. You see, there are an infinite number of paths into the future, and on at least one of them, your dreams will come true. So, to multiply 6 times 7 and get 42, in order for your dreams to come true, you have to make them come true. Therefore, the one(at least)path into the future out of the infinite that holds them must be carved by you. So, to put it in plain and simple terms that everyone can understand, "GET OFF YOUR ASS AND DO SOMETHING!"
