I want my words to do what has often been done to me: inspire. It’s the sort of indescribable stirring that causes people to hold a long pause, and take a deep breath in, as if watching fireworks explode majestically upon a pitch black sky, and everyone stops what their doing to gaze and go, “Aww…” – it’s that, which I hope to incite people. Personally, I’ve occasionally had moments like that, where I’m too astonished by an august piece of aesthetic, that something inside flickers off and nothing comes to mind; nothing of nothingness, just an infinite chasm, that is not empty, but is actually so filled it’s brimming over the edges – escaping –sometimes out from my eyes. But it’s only momentarily: that fleeting felicity. Nonetheless, even if for one second, if I can impel someone into such a disposition, if I can inspire them, then I’ve already embarked onto my dream.

I hope, and would like to think that all my interactions trail a miniscule, if not, deeply seeded, lingering remark. The way I see it: I’ll lend someone a pen, but all the glorious lines, words, whatever transcending art that emanates through their creation, it is theirs to keep. The pen it nothing more than a provocateur, hopefully allowing someone to foster a feeling and devour it to they seem appetizing, and let it nourish some impending thoughts. For I dream to share – to blend ideas into a mixture of brilliant splashes that could outshine the sun – all with a burning passion to jump start someone, anyone, even myself. Perhaps ignite the fuel that burns in all of us: our imagination.

This continuous dream of mine is going to be coursing around till the day I leave the vessel that is my body. Until then, my dream will be an ongoing one extending throughout my life; it shall follow me along my adventures, while I endeavor onwards. Surprisingly, there is no detailed approach on how to get what it is I have to get out there, who ever said I have to reach the world anyway? Even one person is enough for me, and it need not be through text and reader mingling, it can be with any kind of words, like those that creep into the ears and tinker with the brain juices within ones head. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a self-righteous pompous ignoramus set out to change the world to fit my idealistic view of how it should be; I am merely me: a boom that rockets off burning the fuel that is the imagination, most of which have spawned from little seeds given to me as a gift from others. These seeds I speak of are internal, already pre-existing within, but are often ignored due to the rushing current that streamlines life – a lending hand just needs to point out the amazing possibilities and ambiguous nature of the seeds.

So then, how do I go about generating such uplifting inspirations? I do what has been done to me: plant a seed. I’ll lend, just as I have borrowed, and to those who I’ll most probably end up borrowing from too, connecting through a mutual understanding and feeding off each other. That’ll make the seed grow. If watered, fed the appropriate fertile, and given the crucial sunlight that it needs: all qualms will flounder out, leaving it flourish into whatever nature it’d like. If really given the attention and care, whatever develops will undoubtedly be something gallant, like a first place ribbon pinned on the biggest watermelon at the country fair. And despite having a little part in the seed’s growth, the plant – or whatever it transforms to – exists only because of how the owner nurtured it. Everyone develops into something different, and it’s my reward to see the results. For say: if a beanstalk emerges, royally climbing into the clouds, mysteriously disappearing into a place that has so far only could be wondered about; questions will be answered – if there really is a giant up there.

I dream of many wondrous things, all which are nonsensical to this world, but there only exists one that I am continuously aiming for. That is to be an advocate in conjuring up ‘something’ within people. My intent is start a churning that’ll stir internally in others, maybe something they’ve never felt before, and I get to feel as if I’ve created something. It’s still unknown how I’ll actually go about achieving this, but that’s the point: the dream is for everyday. And within that one day, I hope that at least one interaction I’ve made, has invoked something that isn’t of the frivolous, rubbish kind.

I live my dream.