When you're happy, the whole world is New York.

The way I see it, well...it's been awhile since I've written on here. Sorry blog. I miss you too. Lately, I've come to realize the truth behind a really cliché saying: chase your dreams. But really, the best piece of advice I know how to give is to follow your dreams. I've been doing a lot of thinking about my own dreams. I used to limit my own goals and apsirations. I tried to make other reasons for blocking out my real dreams, but the truth was that secretly I was always telling myself: "you can't do that, so why get your hopes up?" I finally stood up to myself. Because if I never try, if I never test my aspirations and abilities, how will I ever know how far I can go or how much I can achieve? I recognize something in myself. I'm not sure what it is...it's like a fire. A fire that desperately needs to be fed, because the flame will go out if I neglect it anymore. It's burns for the sake of dreaming. It knows that I can do more than I am doing. It knows my strengths and my goals and my desires and my talents. A friend made a metaphor to me about things that stand in the way of dreams: "But those are brick walls we have to get over. Brick walls are there to stop the people who don't want it bad enough." I am capable of so much more. I am destined for bigger things. I'm ready to live a life that's...well, larger than life. A life where the bright lights flash and old style jazz music plays in the background. I responded to that friend with "I know myself better than anyone else. I know my dreams and talents and passions and they're strong enough to push down anything in my way. Because I love and respect myself too much not to go after my wants with every morself of my being. I know I'm capable of bigger things. And they're waiting for me on the other side of that wall." I know I'm meant for things bigger than me. And I can do those things. Nothing and no one, oh the GOOD LORD IS MY WITNESS: NO ONE, will stand in the way of that. Not a single soul that feels, a single mind that thinks, a single heart that beats, a single resperatory system that pumps air continuously through the lungs, not a single set of veins, intertwined so artistically that it never stops pumping liter after liter of bloods through a single human body will stop me from being who I am meant to be, who I very well intend to be. Sleeping Beauty's in a foul mood for shame, she says none for you dear prince, I'm tired today. I'd rather sleep my whole life away than have you keep me from dreaming. Except unlike Sleeping Beauty, God love her, I'm awake. And I'm ready to chase, for miles and miles. To chase whatever it is that will make me happy. It wants me back just as badly as I want it. And I'm not going to let it go to waste. I'm not going to let my life go to waste, because I know it was meant for great, beautiful, twisted, unimaginable things. Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to. If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you. Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade? But hey, that's just the way I see it.