My Greatest Fear


Spiders. What awful little creatures. I mean, I know they serve the planet well and all but wow are those things terrifying. If you put one even ten feet away from me, I will run for dear life. And I’m not talking a giant tarantula type thing, like you see in the movies. I mean if there’s a teensy, tiny little guy crawling on my bedroom wall, I’m going to scream and run for the hills.

However, lucky for you, (and for me) this isn’t about spiders. Not at all. In fact as scary as those nasty eight-legged creatures may be, spiders are nothing compared to what I’m about to share with you.

The most paralyzing thought I have is a recurring one. It’s one that shakes me to my core. One that keeps me up late at night but also one that sends chills down my spine bright and early in the morning. My greatest fear is that one day, I’ll wake up one of the robots. One of the machines. One of the computers programmed to follow every order on a never-ending list. Day after day after day. And that will be my “life.”

You see I believe that everyone has something to offer this world. Something uniquely theirs. And my greatest fear is falling into the trap of silencing that. As children, we’re taught “Chase your dreams, no matter what. ” And then at some point, years later, an adult comes along and smacks us with the “You have to be realistic” talk. And all that passion, those beautiful, beautiful dreams sink away. Because dreams are “just dreams.” They’re not real.

Well I guess that’s why I’m writing this. To say I think that’s a load of sh*t. That you can choose to chase the dream and make it work. You can fight for your passion and make it your career.

Will it be easy? Of course not. The system is set so that you will fail. So that you will fall in line. But that’s just it. The world doesn’t need any more robots. The world needs thinkers, doers, creators; not repeaters.

We need NEW ideas. We need innovators. And maybe a new word for innovators. We need all that stuff the world has never seen before…because you, yes you reading this, haven’t created it yet.

Consider this a call to arms. The world is waiting.




What I Found in Camden Town


This is a piece I wrote two summers ago in London. It was my first time there but also my first time going away without anyone I really knew.

As a child, I loved to write. When I graduated high school, I left with the intention of pursuing writing. Then college happened. Writing started to fade out of my life. I didn’t enjoy any of my English classes. (Too many rules, too little passion) I barely had time for myself. Everything was schoolwork.

It wasn’t until I went to London that I found love for the craft again. I may have also found myself:

The moonlight glistens high above the canal. London’s youngest adults gather across. Summer freedom. Laughing. Kissing. Smiling. Stress is unwelcome here. The surrounding lights illuminate the bridge. I snap a picture. I’ve never been anywhere like this before. But deep down, there is a sense of familiarity. It’s almost dreamlike.

It is completely dark and people I have never met before surround me. Yet I feel safe. Camden is reminiscent of home. Lights flash and vibrations carry from the club across the water. The locals are undistracted. Their peace can’t be broken. This is the peace I struggle to find in New York City.

New York is always on to the next thing. You’re in today but you’re planning for tomorrow, and the next day, and the next year. Your phone has to let you know every last detail of the world around you. Why would you figure that out yourself? Nonsense. You can just press a button. The streets are littered with people, but most don’t see half of what’s happening around them. There’s a bearded man shivering in a black, tattered blanket, his German Shepherd sprawled out next to him. No one so much as hesitates at the sight. It’s just another day. People have things to do and places to be.

But there’s a reason New York is loved so distinctly. The city that never sleeps is a judgment-free zone, a social experiment. We try, we explore, and we discover. We are open to all that we don’t know. What could be rarer?

London is an entirely different world from New York. Yet, people often compare the two cities. I could find a million ways in which they’re different. However, I can also pick out the similarities. Individuals are individuals. In Camden Town especially, people are open-minded. It reminds me of St. Mark’s Place. In a city of progression, it’s a place of even more openness and acceptance. It’s one of the few places I’ve been that I can truly see people for who they are. Ultimately, this is why I came to London.

I didn’t know it when I left. However, I came to find out.  I’m a writer that was barely writing. 

I look back at this now and realize how true it is that going to a foreign place tells you more about yourself than the place. I stand by the things that I said. However, I can see now how stressed I was back then from school. My reflections on New York were more about my need to get away and to get in touch with myself than they were about the city.

I love New York. I always have. There’s so much beauty here and although hectic at times, there’s a level of peace that can be found in the right places.

It’s been several years now but I continue to write. I continue to travel. After I graduated college, I decided I was going to take some time to find what I truly want to do. The funny thing? It was right in front of me all along.


Defying Mediocrity


So, what’s stopping you?

Fear of the unknown? Of failure? Judgment?

There is a very standard reaction to dreamers in today’s society.

There’s the eye roll, the sarcasm, the twisted look of disapproval. Sometimes, you’re just met with silence.

Imagine that. Chasing your dreams is so “novel” that people don’t even know how to respond to it.

Well, whether you’re reading this as a dreamer or a doubter, I would like to introduce you to someone that has changed my life- someone who I hope will also change yours. (If he hasn’t already)

Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you, Paulo Coelho.

You may recognize his name even if you haven’t read his work. His quotes have circulated the internet for many years, and for good reason.

He is the author of the best-selling novel, The Alchemist, which is likely to be the first of many books you read by him. It is definitely his most famous piece. (Although, surprisingly not my favorite of his)

More than his books though, I want you to know about him.

Paulo Coelho is by far one of the most interesting people I’ve come across, and one of my biggest sources of inspiration.

Coelho knew from a very young age that he wanted to write. His family, a well-respected family from Rio de Janeiro, had very different plans for him. They wanted him to follow in his father’s footsteps of engineering or perhaps consider a career in law.

They grew so concerned about his ambitions and his disdain for a traditional path that they had him committed to a mental institution. They did this to him not once, but three times in total. (Many years later, they said how much they regretted it)

To them, and to much of society then, Coelho’s dreams weren’t ambitious or respectable enough. Yet, look where he is now. 

It took Coelho many years and many diversions to find success, but he did. No matter how many obstacles he met, (and I assure you there were a lot more I’m not sharing here) he pursued his passion. He chased after his dream.

Originally, his most famous book only sold nine hundred copies in Brazil. Today, it is one of the world’s most popular novels and Coelho is one of the most wildly successful authors of all-time.

He continues to inspire more every day.

So now, remind me again, what’s stopping you?