Why? A Thousand Miles!

I don't know how hard this is for other people, but I can never seem to be positive. Or something. I mean... more specifically, I am a very un-confident person. I'm trying to fix that!!

I wrote this down today on a piece of paper. It's the answer to the question why. Kind of in general... maybe more directly "why life?".

"Y? Because I want to reach my dreams. I don't know all my dreams yet. But I'm going to keep looking toward them, and imagining what I can't see. Sometimes I think that only in my imagination is where truth really exists. that is the place where I see clouds, lots of blue or in contrast, a storm -- endless flat horizons, a swirl of uplifting air, and heart-stopping heights with views of a thousand miles. A salty breeze, a sea of purple, lakes of silken smooth green, and other things we don't know."

I want to use my imagination more. I let myself get down about things in life-- the immediate things-- when I don't look deeper into truth, into the unreal, or perhaps the more real, the real truth. What is life? THIS is not all there is. I KNOW that, if only at least.