It all started when I was a child. I never really knew anyone who was content with their life. They all seemed to be miserable. Amazingly enough, though, none of them seemed to want to do anything about it. They complained endlessly but never made a single effort to change things for the better. I dared to dream, to want more, and incredibly, they didn't encourage me in this; instead they seemed to CONDEMN me for it. For most of my life, I felt like I was a freak, or at the very least, a stuck-up snob because I dared to hope to be happier than they all were.
The only place I truly felt accepted, understood, was in my fantasies which were fueled by a steady diet of free-thinkers, individualists and fellow day-dreamers like John Lennon and Billy Joel. My beloved music, films, tv, and books took me to worlds in which anything was possible with people who inspired me to reach for the stars.
This fictional world still moves me immeasurably today, and I often find more truth, more insight, into human nature and the world we inhabit THERE than anywhere else. I do have to say, though, that I haven't been all that great at putting the ideas it inspires into practice in my daily life. There are MANY dreams I have yet to fullfill or even try for. But you know what they say-"Where's there's life, there's hope" and "It's never too late." I hope that's true.
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