Where did it all begin These are simple questions but just as the humid summer air that can be felt but not touched the answers are elusive.

If I must start somewhere right here and now is the best place imaginable.

HOPES may vanish DREAMS never die.

The person I am and the person I wish to be are not the same. But if the gap between both decreases day-by-day then it is okay.

You need to have a vision greater than yourself.

Its not enough to wish dream hope. Even children know this. We must set sail into the sea of uncertainty. We must meet fear face-to-face. We must take our dreams as maps for a greater journey. Dreams to come true need a good story. So go live one.

But what a feeling can come over a man just from seeing the things he believes in and hopes for symbolized in the concrete form of a man. In something that gives a focus to all the other things he knows to be real. Something that makes unseen things manifest and allows him to come to his hopes and dreams through his outer eye and through the touch and feel of his natural hand.

Strange are the pictures of the future that mankind can thus draw with this brush of faith and these many-coloured pigments of the imagination Strange too that no one of them tallies with another

People forget they have options. And they forget that those things dont really matter. They should concentrate on what they have and not what they dont have. And by the way wishing and dreaming doesnt mean concentrating on what you dont have its positive thinking that encourages hoping and believing not whinging and moaning.

If I woke up one morning and realized that all I ever was going to be was a business man Id probably die. All my dreams would be shattered. Early in life I had many dreams. I dreamed of being a great basketball star. I dreamed of being a preacher. I dreamed of saving the world from war and racism. And I dreamed of being a great poet. Today I dream only of writing.