Words My Father Said…

as_much_as_i_dreamToday is Saturday the fourth of April,2015.

It is 21:57

I sat on the brown leather sofa in the sitting room, my entire attention affixed to the flat screen right before me, dad had just downed a few glasses of Carlo Rossi.

if you stand and look at the sight of the shore, you’ll never cross the ocean…

Dad says to me: you’ve got to be ambitious,you’ve got to have a large heart, be a woman of vision…

If you stay within the confines of comfort, the ability to enlarge your coast will begin to elude you

Have dreams and have goals, life is valueless without them

My own father stopped with a motor-cycle, and whilst i was growing up, i vowed to do better, i got a vehicle 🙂 and you also have to do better

Final Admonition: You must have a dream, a very tall dream

Behind a man of success, is a woman of vision, and you must strive to become that woman.

Never be one to get entangled with someone that does not understand your vision

Do not be over-joyous with infinitesimal feats, a farmer may get to have a bountiful harvest now but he is oblivious of how the next season will turn out. Tables turn and tides change, sometimes for the better and other times for the worse, always have an alternative.

The most important people in life, are the people right here, right now, the ones that define reality,they make the seemingly impossible possible, choose wisely people who will support your dreams.

He ends it with Never stop dreaming my dear,never stop having a tall dream.

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Reality

I grew up out of that strange, dreamy childhood of mine and went into the world of reality. I met with experiences that bruised my spirit – but they never harmed my ideal world. That was always mine to retreat into at will. I learned that that world and the real world clashed hopelessly andImage irreconcilably; and I learned to keep them apart so that the former might remain for me unspoiled. I learned to meet other people on their own ground since there seemed to be no meeting place on mine. I learned to hide the thoughts and dreams and fancies that had no place in the strife and clash of the market place. I found that it was useless to look for kindred souls in the multitude; one might stumble on such here and there, but as a rule it seemed to me that the majority of people lived for the things of time and sense alone and could not understand my other life. So I piped and danced to other people’s piping – and held fast to my own soul as best I could.”
L.M. Montgomery, My Dear Mr. M: Letters to G.B. Macmillan from L.M. Montgomery