"If a picture is worth a thousand words, then are a thousand words worth a picture?"

As the summer is coming to end, I realize just how passive I am. I sit around and think about things rather than taking action. I think about my future, that I'll go to college, learn many things, and start my career as a writer. But the thing is I don't know if I could make it as a writer. I write for myself, really. There are times when I write for someone or something. I also don't want to be blinded by an image of me being the next great American writer like so many fools do. I know for a fact I won't write the next great American novel. I still write nonetheless simply because I love to write, especially things that have meaning and a purpose behind them. I wouldn't say that I am a good writer. I would just say I write. And to me, what I write is significant, like all of my stories and poems are really just children of mine, being born into this world out of my mind. I would be content if a story or poem of mine were published, but that is not my goal. I merely hope for the best. Not only for me, but for everybody reading this. You rarely hear about people wishing their friends to end up in some shithole job that they hate.

From this summer, I've learned that I'm out of touch with reality. I'm not realist, let's face it. That's really why I write. When I'm bored I seek to remove myself from the real world, and try to make up my own. I did it when I was kid and still do it now. Things start to get boring, I imagine a car crashing outside my house. When it storms, I imagine a report on tv saying a murderer has escaped prison and is in my area. Like Jules de Gaultier said,'Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality.' Now I know there are millions of realists in this world, but I am who I am and what I believe. Does it make me insane? Nah, but part of being sane, is being a little bit crazy as Janet Long says.

The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans is suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they're okay, then it's you.---Rita Mae Brown

I read this and thought...yep, it checks out. I am insane. But a little insanity never hurt anyone. Now a lot of insanity could.

With every beginning, there is an ending. And guess what, my friends? This is it.

"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Confucius