Someday. Someday I’ll lose that weight. Someday I’ll write that novel. Someday I’ll go back to school. We say someday the same way that Willy Loman does. It isn’t real. It is fake hope covering for a defeated life.
A buddy called me the other day, and he told me about this idea he had for a comic book. He told me how he saw it starting. And I was sitting there on the phone truly impressed, for I could see it. The story he was telling had already grabbed me and began to pull me in. As we talked, the conversation turned from “Wouldn’t it be cool” to “How do we get this story told.” And he began to write every night after work, working on a page or a panel. He found an artist, saved up the money he needed to front the dream of his life, and this comic is coming into reality.
And here’s the thing. Even if only a handful of people read the work. Even if it doesn’t make you rich and famous. You still brought something new into the world. You swung the bat. You got off the sidelines and into the game. The creating has some value within itself. And if the story is good, I mean really good, then the lack of network won’t matter. It will rise. It will go and bring a voice to the voiceless.
I have so many dreams. And so many of them were somedays. But I live in a world that is smaller than the world of my forefathers. Many of my dreams are accessible. The internet has made impossible things possible. I am writing a novel and self publishing it. I have even started a publishing company and am going to be helping other would be novelists publish their works. And the dreams may be too big. They may be crazy and goofy. But God put within me a love for creating. A love for stories and words and storytellers. Maybe I will get a chance in my life to bring more beauty into the world. I would like that very much.
I used to be afraid of failure. But, I have known failure. I have had my dreams taken and have laid my dreams down. And I didn’t die. I would rather miss then not try. I would rather fall on my butt than sit in the sidelines. Oh, you better believe it is a sad thing to realize a plan didn’t go, that a path has to be retired. But what an adventure. So, I say to you my friends, swing away.