Undiscovered Passions

Undiscovered Passions.

You might be wondering why exactly I'm using that domain name.  Especially if since this is meant to hold my long form stories.  Maybe you didn't notice or didn't care.  That doesn't matter.  But there is a reason, there is a method, to my madness.  Welcome to the first of my Musings.

“A dreamer, nothing more, nothing less.”

I am a dreamer.  I spend far too much time thinking and wondering lost inside my own mind.  I think of ‘what ifs’, or of ‘why nots’.  I think about things that could be, or things that have been.  And as such, I am very much lost in my own head navigating my way out of it.

Cheyenne, Wyoming.  A much smarter man than myself had coined that term as his place of awayness.  I have taken that to heart; for someone found a name for the place in which I am in my head but not in the real world.

As a dreamer in this wonderful world of mine, I have created a cast of characters for myself to interact with.  This expands far beyond the worlds of Alex and Benji and Carlotta.  These are the side stories, the fan stories, the little poems, the thoughts that run rampant in my head; this is the place where I lose words faster than I find them.

That’s a wide cast of characters.  And each one is fleshed out in my own mind.  I become those characters, I become what they are.  And each one of those characters have their own ideals and loves and interests that are unique to themselves.  When it comes to becoming those characters, I take on their interests.  They really are my children, in a sense; each one is unique and each one is beautiful.

The problem with Cheyenne, Wyoming is that it becomes very hard to leave.  There are times when I have to ground myself in reality, but my mind is still of doing daring do.  I have to leave the characters that I have come to love and adore.  And when I leave them, a piece of them stays with me.

I have found more often or not that I take on the persona of those characters so that I may portray them properly.  And in doing so I lose myself in them.  Their love become my own.  Their interests become my own.  And I find in myself undiscovered passions that I want to fully evolve into something far more beautiful than myself.

It’s a dangerous road.  I can’t possibly do everything my children do, just as I can’t expect to spend my life in Cheyenne, Wyoming.  That is why I read.  That is why I write.  I do so that I may indulge in these undiscovered passions of mine through the words upon the page.

For no one can become a master of everything, but through writing I can become a lover of these undiscovered passions.