I once saw Neil Gaiman when he visited Park City, Utah. He told the story of what made him decide to start writing. He said, “What really scared me was the thought that, one day I’m going to get old, and I’m going to be dying, and I’m going to think, ‘I could’ve been a writer.’ And what was really scary, was that I wouldn’t know if I was lying to myself.”
He knew he had try, even if he failed. Because what did he have to lose in trying? Failure wasn’t as scary as the idea of never knowing if he could’ve lived his dream.
Dreams are part of living a good life. They give us hope and direction. We never know for sure where we’ll end up, but following that path, those stars, is always worth it.
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