Men of Snow

What do you think about when you're alone in a crowded room? What is that awful, beautiful dream you are so afraid of? What are the burning desires that haunt you before you fall asleep? What are you designed to do? How will you leave your mark on this world? These questions have haunted me for some time now.

See, we are men of snow. Our time here on earth is a mere breath, and yet we pretend that we are in control. We puff ourselves up so we appear stronger than the fragile creatures we really are. We crave fulfillment in all the wrong places. What's worse is that we continue to run back for more, never satisfied.

Like hamsters running in a wheel that never moves forward, we race to our death. I can't do it any more. I can't watch a life that could be pass me by. I'm not okay with living a life not worth dying for. I'm switching gears from survival mode to significance mode. I want to make a difference! I want to THRIVE in this life! I intend to do just that.

So, I'm going back to school in the fall. I'm going to pursue my dreams, no matter the cost. I want to be an inspirational English teacher, a revolutionary publisher, and a captivating writer. I have to try. I'm going to do this, no matter how crazy it sounds. I'm going to be a force of change with my paper and pen.

I want to help give children, students, adults, parents, and grandparents a voice. No matter how old or young a person is, I believe they have something to say that no one else can. Everyone has something to share and that something could potentially change another life forever. I want to empower the next generation with words. These dreams won't come true without a fight. If I go down, I'm going down swinging with everything I've got.