Who told you to stop dreaming?
Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world- Harriet Tubman
A few months ago, I had decided to put together a portfolio to create my first novel. I put together all of my writings from all of my journals, but I did not know where to start. I then decided to take professional pictures in the neighborhood that I grew up in. I wanted each photo to express the pain, love, and happiness that I wanted to convey in my novel. My novel was going to express my life story and tell stories of my loved ones who are not here to tell there own stories. My novel was going to truly explained how dreams can come true, and why it is important to leave behind a legacy…
I have always wanted to be a writer. Even though I did not become an international reporter after I had graduate from college;there is not a day that goes by that I am not writing. I remember standing on the front porch of the four family flat I grew up in, and looking up into the sky, thinking that there was a better life out there for me, and that my dream would come true…
I sent my portfolio to different agents, enter many writing contests, and had people review my writing before I submitted it. I had never got a reason about why my writings were declined or not accepted from the agents or contest. However, the people who reviewed and edited my writings said that my novel was the typical novel of a young black person making it out of the ghetto. I did not think that my novel illustrated that. Also, some people told me that I was a dreamer, and that dreamers don’t make it in life. Although, I accepted their opinions, I did not allow them to stop me from dreaming or writing. I was going to tell my story, no matter what.
My first novel will be an untold story. Yes, it will address how I grew up in poverty, but that is part of my life that I cannot change. It will also address how strong of a woman I am. When I think about all the good and bad things that I have witnessed or has happened to me, I questioned how did I survive? When that bullet almost took my life, I question why didn’t I die? When I walk in my classroom full of students who admire me, I question, why are you looking up to me? I have a lot of confidence in myself, but there are things about me that I am still learning about.
When reading this blog, I hope that you never allow anyone to stop you from dreaming. You dreams are what makes you unique, your dreams are what motivates you to fight for what you want.
You are not done yet, keep dreaming.