I don’t give up because this is what I want to do.
I wake up before the world, and I go to sleep late, because I love what I do.
I refuse to die because I have a dream.
I don’t give up because this is what I want to do.
It might cost me money that I don’t have.
People will disagree—someone always disagrees.
Competitors in the same field might be much better than me. You know what? I might be the last in line.
My age might not be the average—maybe too young, maybe too old, let others decide.
I’m ready to lose friends and family members who don’t believe in it.
I wake up before the world, and I go to sleep late, because I love what I do.
There are no excuses here. I am in love with the life I’ve chosen. I know it is not my job (yet). I know that I can’t pay the bills with it and that it does not support my family.
It does not matter. I will find the time for it, and I will not allow any excuses to sabotage my plan.
I will eat and sleep less if necessary, but I will do it.
I refuse to die because I have a dream.
Of course, I will die like everyone else.
Who knows when—hours? Days? Months? Years?
It does not matter. When my last day comes, I will meet it. I will die, but my dream will survive me. In my case, it will be my characters, my stories.
What about you?
