I implore you.

Take care of my heart.

If you do not approve of my dreams, then silently disapprove. If you find my actions disagreeable, take no notice of them. If you find my plight abominable, have nothing to do with me.

I do not wish for your approval or your validation of my dreams, nor can I stoop in wishing for your disapproval or censure. Indeed, that is something anyone may very well easily do, but I ask that you at least allow me the liberty of discerning for myself my follies and faults, and I ask that you fight that urge to rob a person of her decided lunacy and her perfectly unattainable fantasies. Until you have walked two moons in my shoes, until you have reached a point in which even a vacuum of light should be infinitely brighter than the darkness of your soul, then my obstinacy shall remain without expiration. Leave me alone if you find my actions of a despicable and incorrigible sort. If I go insane for want of proper execution and success, at least I will do so with the perfect happiness of someone in pursuit of her dreams, in pursuit of her very salvation!

Use me, abuse me, whatever you wish to do with me, but never tell me to what extent I am allowed to dream, allowed to imagine. Take away my eyes so that I may be blind, but never deprive me of vision. Take away my legs so that I may not walk, but rest assured that the journey will not cease at that.

Passion is all that I have, and I intend to keep it.



This post was written for everyone that has ever doubted me.