Dreams
Dreams are an opaque distraction from reality. Sometimes obscure, they have a tremendous impact on our expectations and opportunities. Sharing dreams is a devout practice, traditionally caused to be a person’s psychological role, an instance of ones future, or an incomprehensible position on idealism. Mine, however, are not incoherent whatsoever.
Becoming successful is the most important aspect of my being. Running my own business would be the ultimate and most ideal possibility for a promotion in the next stage of my life. Most likely the one stage I actually have my heart set upon at the moment, I feel my aptitude of becoming successful is certainly attainable. My partner and I have spent countless hours becoming certified with government agencies, bidding on vacant contracts, and marketed ourselves across the board with hopes of one day being able to leave our current jobs.
San Francisco is the city of dreams, perhaps that’s why I’ve grown so attached to it. Although I live in Washington, I’ve made plans to relocate. Speaking to moving companies, posted my resume on the web, and found apartments available for rent; I still haven’t committed myself entirely.
Perhaps the sharing of dreams will assist me (and others) in becoming more successful while entering this new period of my life. What are your dreams?
B. Seven Years Ago
Desire is a force which strengthens me to do amazing things. The support of great friends, teachers, and professionals didn’t hinder my influence either, but the true power to being extraordinary always came from within. This is where my life began. Fifteen years and an attitude to go with it, I met B on a California Saturday morning in October.
Six amateur web designers assembled outside a deserted high school computer lab as she meandered through the campus maze to finally recognize the group. She was dressed in 70′s hippy couture, in her right hand held a black portfolio, and the left the keys to her SUV. I knew at that moment she was the exception to professionalism, a remarkable business owner with niche to design and art.
She saw something astounding in me aside from the others. Pointing at me across the room, she suggested I work for her on some projects that would allow me to learn art and design to one day specialize and consult. I eagerly accepted her offer.
Seven years passed, a partnership bound a bicoastal relationship allowing us to do business across the country. Together, we had become a remarkable team. We were considered the best in the industry for creating marketing strategies, publishing, and developing interactive design. The one drawback, we didn’t make a lot of money, but we had a lot to say.
Most of our time ventured off to newer things. B became a booking agency, and then a manager for several musicians nominated for Grammy awards. I am continuing my effort as a designer and an artist, but in the Federal Government realm. I will always recognize her as someone who never ceases to inspire me. My friend among no one and my friend among all, our lives have always and will always run parallel to one another. Wherever I go, she’ll be there too.
Welcome
Imagine, for a moment, if our thoughts and emotions could be shared by all. Sorrow, despair, shame, and lust would be a tools, rather than taboos, used to become better human beings. Seeing life in another perspective demonstrates a candid view others rarely distinguish permissible and a stance which would never be revealed to the public eye. If we could just be anonymous, allowing our marriage to fear leave us and be replaced with a new fear: silence.
I’d like to share my life with you, the anonym. Let’s intellectualize and be creative. When I write, reply and say something meaningful. No thoughts will be discarded nor deleted, even the hurtful ones.
