Nobody Knows Where We Might End Up

She sat at her desk. Waiting. Waiting for something. Something to come along and give her an idea. A million books sat on the bookshelf. Maybe that would make her have a good idea. A book. She scrolled through the books until she saw one that caught her eye. A medical journal that showed the entire human anatomy in grey. She didn't have to look past the cover to find her inspiration. She knew that dreams are lovely. But they are just dreams. Fleeting, ephemeral. Pretty. But dreams do not come true just because you dream them. It's hard work that makes things happen. It's hard work that creates change. She took out a pen and began to write: "The game. They say a person either has what it takes to play, or they don't. My mother was one of the greats. Me, on the other hand... I'm kinda screwed. "