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Saturday, September 24, 2005

Day 585: Commitment

The other day I was reading a book and it discussed the difference between choosing something and committing to something. I paused. I thought. I pondered. I gathered the semblances of my life together on paper which have been dangling loose ends. There's been a small group of deflated balloons caught in the tree outside my window for nearly a year now. Their thin trail of ribbons have become colorless with the vestiges of time in New York's elements.

This is a city of dreams, full of people from all walks of life who move here to reach their individual desires. I am one of these people and my dream, the reason I am here is to become a writer extraordinaire. Steel is hardened in the fire as I have been hardened by this city which can either harden you or melt you away.

I have seen many melt away under the harsh reality of New York. I have seen many crack open the treasure chest awaiting for those with enough determination. As I walked along the concrete sidewalk, I heard her push this morning for me to run away and give up. I responded to her pushing voice that I will not be defeated nor will I give up. I am here to succeed and as such, I took the time to commit.

The voice fell away, carried by the first cool wind of fall as I walked onward. I am far too close to be deceived now. I am far too close to be seduced away. The going is tough but I am stronger than anything that is set against my path from which I shall not waiver. All the elements of my life have been slowly pulling together into a cohesive energy which cannot be deterred now. I can feel the thick door cracking under my shoulder as I press with the determination to break out of my prison of mediocrity and self-doubt. People, places, and events have all been conspiring and aligning and the scale is now tipping in my favored direction.

For those who may read this, please know that this is simply a personal commitment made public and if you can learn from this, I take joy in knowing I have tossed a pebble into your pond, causing good ripples to resonate outward in your life.

I do not wish for my dreams to come true. I do not choose for my dreams to come true. I commit to making my dreams come true.