Message From The Author

Message From Me

Message from the author

Many good writers tell people that the key to successful writing is not the use of big words. It is never to impress people with the talent nor the skill that an excellent writer can possess but through an expression of a message that is important.

Now, I am not a good writer. Let me rephrase that. I am not a writer. Although I dream of becoming to be. I was accidentally blown into a different field like a fallen leaf in autumn. Yet, I realized that it is not a reason for me to stop believing in my dreams anymore. Dreams and imagination is all the capital I need. I know basic english and it should be enough to say what I want. However, I often wondered, what do I want to say? Maybe nothing. Maybe nonsense. I don't really need an audience. Although it would be great if there was. But maybe I just want to entertain.

This might be lame. Add the fact that my grammar is going downhill. I used to be good at english in my elementary days. Yet, I guess it should not stop me from creating a masterpiece that I, at least, could be satisfied with. This is just so I can say I have a well lived life and have left a piece of myself in this world when I die.

My dreams are one of the things I cherish aside from faith, family and friends and all other values that are good in this world. My imagination has taken me to different places no one has been. Sometimes, I get scared to be lost in a dream forever. And, sometimes, I remember my nightmares, too. It could be a part of a plot in my stories. But I feel it would be a shame not to write down the dreams that are truly surreal and realistic at the same time. That every fiber of imagination I can possibly gather into my cloud of dreams has turned into simply breath taking dreams that leave me craving for bed or leave me stuck in bed for a whole time.

On the other hand, sometimes it is the moment you wake up that gives an after effect of a dream or a nightmare you just had. It could be about the weather or the people you encounter, the strangers, the busy streets that are all well existent in reality. It somehow spices up your thoughts when suddenly you correlate it with your dreams. I believe that dreams are fragments of reality turned into memory inside our brains. Hmm. I am not a psychologist either. I know this might be wrong and I do NOT want to give false information. I mean, what do I know about dreams?

Then again, I recoil back and say that reality is better than dreams. We just tend to exaggerate things. The world is too big and there are places yet to discover in a good adventure.

Let me just tell you, when I was sick I could not enjoy life. I stayed in the hospital for 9 days in a room without a window. (Now I know what a cancer patient feels like) I had no idea if there was a sun anymore. I wondered what the sky and the clouds would look like each day because I know that the skies always change and there are no two sunrises or sunsets that are exactly the same. I also wondered if it was raining. I wondered if there was traffic. Yet all these things were just in my head and I was good for nothing because my brain could not take me where my body can. Where my senses can. I had no fuel (although I was on an IV and they fed me hospital food). I had no fuel for imagination anymore. I was tired and depressed of being so unproductive.

The same thing happened for more than two weeks. I was still imprisoned indoors because I was still weak. I cannot even roam the house. All I did was think and lay still on my bed. I was getting sick of it.

I remember the places I've been to. Places where the scene talked to me and told me: "there is a story here". Places so beautiful that I could imagine a hero standing on the very ground of it or a great warrior.

I see now that reality is my fuel to a great imagination. My imagination might be lame for others but somehow it is what makes me wake up every morning, looking forward to a new day. It is a curious thing that imagination is a part of reality. Fiction is proof.

Another source for my small imaginations is others' works. I get inspired by fiction and art. I often transcend into moving pictures as if I was a part of it. I get my ideas from there. Some I have even seen in my dreams. I guess, every word I would be telling you here would be borrowed because of this.

Critics might burn me now. But hey! I am already saying it's a clichè. It gives me a sort of comfort that way.

I might disappoint you readers. But just let me do this in my own way and perhaps somehow you might think it different. Different from the works of others, different from the usual.

You might also call me a cynic. But can you blame me? Instead, let me show you the side of me who appreciates the beauty of the world, describing places with solely words. Yet it might be in the simplest ways. I lack good diction but more over my word bank is almost empty. I do encounter some words but you see my memory is too rusty.

Nevertheless, it is another reason to be writing. Another reason to build up a sequel of events that are patches from my dreams. It is another reason why this suddenly exists in my head... To remember... To reminisce... To relive.

Caution: If you think this is a waste of your precious time, better get another book and read that instead. This book is just nonsense.

But...

I just have one wish for you readers, if you do read it, read it until the end.

Introduction

I am on the verge of creating a new make believe world that was seemingly concealed inside my head since the first neuron of my brain developed. But as I get old, I can no longer keep this memory. I must do something great, significant & unpredictable and release even my subconscious outwards to the living universe. But the truth is, day by day, I learn and discover other things and little by little gain experience & inspiration from the works of others. And it ends up with a BIG mass of ideas from others. I could not improve my uniqueness and originality but I might as well try to prove my worth through this book, to gather all the ideas that I appreciate and just reiterate.

The world is ever-changing, time is ticking so fast, busy people carry on with their complicated lives. Amidst that, others have shown how great they are by making a difference. They shown their gift and talents, knowledge and skills. Great people with Great minds. Out of the ordinary. At present humans are still trying to be on their list and astoundingly, they can cope, even the youth. They stand out among others.

But I? I'm leaving this cold reality for a while and prove my existence elsewhere. I always have a tendency of not being noticed. I was always good at failing. If there was something I was good at. It was being unnoticed.

I dislike catching attention.