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Why I Can't Quit

There comes a point in life when all of us feel like giving up on our dreams and for me today was that day.

Today I felt so discouraged, I felt like giving up, I felt like no one cared to listen, for awhile there I did give up. I logged on here as I usually do and I just sat here staring at everything that I've written, I thought about how I felt when I wrote certain things, I remembered how I felt when I was writing some of those things. I even went so far as to write my "Goodbye Letter" to writing, I did all that because I felt that my dream was just that a "dream". I even told everyone in my house how it was time for me to put away my thoughts and my childish antics and I even decided to change my college major, from Theater to something I've known I was good at all my life...Computers, even picked out the exact degree that I felt was the best for putting food on the table and for ensuring the futures' of my children. Just when I was doing so and feeling sorry for myself I caught a glimpse in the eyes of my daughter Shayla, in her eyes I saw the dashing of hers dreams at some point down the road, I saw all the times that I've told her and just about everyone that I've ever met how important it is to follow your dreams no matter what road blocks you run into. I saw today that of all the mistakes I've ever made in life "quitting" today would've been the biggest, how could I ever hope to be the person who pushes others towards following their dreams if I gave up on mine just because there was an obstacle in my path? I've said over and over again before, and I'll say it once again my "dream" is to be that random person who puts others on my shoulders so that I can hopefully help them reach whatever it is that they dream. And then I received a comment from someone close to me who I know wants to see me reach my dreams and that's when I realized that I am already doing part of what it is that I've dreamed, I'm showing the world thru my words and thoughts what it's like to believe.

It's funny because after all the thousands(yes, thousands) of letters,emails, and calls that I've placed to publishers, other writers, studios, authors and hell EVEN Oprah without response. I've come to the conclusion that even if I never reach my ultimate dream of entertaining millions, my children will always have something to read and while I may never have the "big" contract, the love and support I receive now more than makes up for it.

So today's posting, this posting is about nothing more than to share with you these few things: It's okay to consider quitting sometimes, because in doing so you will provide yourself with all the reasons why you shouldn't. And just when that path your going down starts to get dark and you're feeling all alone, just close your eyes and listen....

....There's ALWAYS someone, somewhere willing to cheer you on....

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