Dream Big

Is the sky the limit?

Growing up, I had one friend who really dreamed big. In forth grade, he wanted to build an airplane, and he wanted to write a newspaper...And we ended up spending hours writing away, thinking that we were part of something bigger. I still remember the days, we spend recess look up into the clear blue sky and dreaming away.

I know people so grounded in reality, they refuse to accept any notion of dreams, any notions of what might happen. Passion means so much more, then ability. Sure if you're good at something, but you don't have the fire in your eyes, it means nothing.

I remember when I first started running, back when I was a sixth grader. It was the first day of cross country, and our coach sent us to run on the cross country course. Those twenty minutes were probably the most misreable moments of my life. The day after, some people just decided not to come back, that it wasn't worth it. I ended up running and running and running...and I'm still running today.

Nothing is impossible. In the last two hundred years, the lightbulb was evented, man put a person on the moon, people can call each other from the four corners of the earth. There is no end to passion, to curiosity, to human ingenuity. We are what we make ourselves. It dosen't matter what someone tells you is going to happen, it matters what you believe is going to happen. Only then can life move on, can we all dream big.