I originally began this post to just keep the blog going. I was worried that, as with almost all the blogs I've seen, this one too would show some spontaneous burst of activity followed by weeks or months of inactivity. If blogs could collect dust, you bet there'd be blogs with so much dust you could actually count growth rings in them.
But now that I have, I'd rather get something off my chest. WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING? And I can't stress this enough. I'm writing a dream diary? Come on. Its the best years of my life, I should be doing all the things that I've always wanted to do. Well, this is it, my man. There ain't no better time. Man up, go out and do it.
I guess that's what 'Castle of Dreams' has turned into. Perhaps that's what was in my mind from the beginning. From now on, I'm on a pact to live every day as if it were my last (I know its cliche, but I definitely mean it). Do everything I can think of. Rumspringa. And if all turns out well, this blog might as well be a castle of dreams that have become reality.
Cheerio.
