"Our dreams are the stars by which we charter the course of our lives.
Happy the man who follows his dreams."
This was handed to me by Brother Dominick many years ago in Donegal. I am sure he has long since past away. He was a man of small stature, respected little by his peers, but in that one wordless moment when he handed me the piece of paper with the above words written on it, he changed the way I think.
My only issue now after the break-up of my marriage is that I don't seem to be able to wake up from the dream to follow the star.
Writing and telling stories is all I have ever really wanted to do. I have tons of time to do it. I can't however say I experiencing writers block, but definitely writers stuck. You know, the procrastination game. Finally you stop procrastinating and you forget how to type, or write, or think even.
I guess I should be patient with myself. Success has waited this long it can wait a bit longer. Perhaps the only reason I can't kick myself up the backside is becuase I am neither agile or supple enough.
I am preoccupied with loving and being loved which is silly. As I should be preoccupied with putting bread on the table, paying bills and being able to get myself and my son home once a year.
Oh well I ask the question I have asked many times before. Who said "It is better to have loved and lost than never loved at all." ?
Did this person really know what the hell they were talking about?
Don't worry I will think up of other titles soon, and start spell checking too.
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