She is a woman to me, for it is the only way I can relate to how I am… I am obsessed with my ideas. I dream about them, but not too much because she won’t let me sleep. I feel happy when I describe her, I feel off when life gets in the way. She has never let me be, she is always with me. I always feel the need to write, but I am chained by my obligations, while all I really want is to share her story with the world.
We have those moments where we feel like we are fulfilling our destiny, even by doing a simple task… the sense of euphoria that surges within, god’s way to tell us that he is pleased with what we do. I sit in a lecture hall, and I get the feeling like someone is whispering into my ear, she reminds me that she’s here. She shines a light on a new idea, and I find my self treading on the thin line between the real and the unreal, where only my subconscious is awake, and my conscious is not aware of my reality.
How far will she go? Only I can tell by following her to the end…
Your ideas are your purpose, obsession is your guilt from being away from your purpose… make time for your ideas, or she will stop talking to you… once you lose her, you lose your purpose.
Be creative… be happy… be with purpose.