Everyone seems to want to hear level-headed advice. The reality is that fulfilled dreams are built upon so much more than lukewarm advice. So and so may tell a person to take it easy and aim a bit lower. Achieving something is better than achieving nothing at all, so they say.

Could it be that the less traveled road looks like it leads to nothing at the onset?

Within every soul, there is this upward call of rising up to opportunities which only the individual can see through. To deny the soul of such an endeavor is nothing short of apathy. I would not dare call it cowardice even if it seems like it.

In life, people are met with unequal circumstances. It would be presumptuous to assume that giving up is anything other than a choice to be indifferent. Distractions may also cause the heart to care less. The worst is when the counsel of others makes the heart so unsure of something it used to feel strongly about. In other words, I do not find it quite right to give up halfway through anything decent.

Still, the call will ever be there. I was beginning to doubt mine because the circumstances seem a bit bleak. Yet, that is precisely what our enemies would want to see us succumb to. A hint of doubt is all that it takes.

Although it would not seem such, the truth is I’ve known Patricia, who is the subject of the photograph above, for a couple of years now. Something along the way made things a bit awkward between us. I confess that it was foolish of me to nurse such inklings. Those inklings unknowingly built themselves into walls in my feeble mind. I’m glad it’s over now. I just had to break them down.

So it is with many things in life. You see, even this little patch of text that I’m writing now is in many ways very uncharacteristic of my present self. I took it to heart that most people don’t read what I write. However, I forget so easily that those who do read what I write are infinitely more important than those who don’t. I forget that I should be grateful that people read what I have to say at all. And, I am.

Of course, I do still believe that a photograph must speak a thousand words at the very least. That is what I hope to build upon. As much as I have to write about life, it would be a grander dream to let what I do sing on my behalf instead.

A song is so much more powerful than uninteresting words written on a page. Perhaps, that is why people who are able to move others are each said to have their own voice.