Ambition

Prologue

Prologue  

To childhood dreams that would never die- here is my sendoff to your long awaited exhalation.

When you're a child, dreams become a daily account devoted to the constant desire of attention keeping. They are born, modified, and forgotten all within a single breath. Dreams used to be easily dismissed if they were to never come true- for there was always the promise of tomorrow and all the new dreams that were sure to come with it. The same can not be said for when the child is grown- and all the dreams of fantasy and fiction have been cast into depths shallower than the tide pools of the sea.  

If I were to tell you that at nineteen I have experiences the entire spectrum of dreams, I would be cast as ignorant of what the world yet has to offer. However, if you were to actually sit and dwindle a thought or two about just what my life has consisted of, perhaps you would regard me as a man, not a boy, decades past my biological age. Although honestly, I could care less what you would say. It does not matter your opinion of me, it will not change the outcome of whatever my destiny may be, although I could care less about that too. Every moment of my life, every breath, second, thought, wish, and dream have all been devoted to a single being that has been ripped further and further from my grasp. You have not felt pain until that entire world has betrayed your every desire- and even your dreams have come back to mock your misery.

The distance hum of a monitor sends hot spurts of attention through my veins, relieving me from the lull my life has fallen under. A gorgeous pair of hazel eyes rimmed with thick brown lashes find mine from across the room and I am immediately her's. And just like that the whole world releases the strain it holds in my chest, and I can believe everything is constant. The world does not have to be extravagant, compelling or even happy. I could live without all if it; all I need my world to do is exist. So here, consistency is bliss.

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Readers:

“Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming that I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted.”  -Emerson  

Essentially- it is my greatest hope that you think enough of me to tell me exactly what in this book moves you, both positively and negatively- I take your thoughts considerably.

Thank you,

xx L