I am never bored. I don't know what it is, but there is some driving spirit within me that moves me always to do, or to be content with just being. If there is nothing for me to work on, or to be entertained by, I just get lost in my thoughts. But usually, it is that I do have something worth at least some of my time invested in it. I think it is because I have so many dreams, and I cannot say it strongly enough: better to have many foolish dreams than to be a practical man with none. Why not dream much, and dream big? Dreams are free, after all. That little boy who daydreams all the while away may become the next Einstein, or the next Walt Disney. You never know just what dreams may come true.
So what, my dreams have done little in the way of achieving me fame or fortune: I am never bored. I don't know how many people can say that with sincerity. Sometimes I think that the madness was just God's way of exercising my mind, so that when the madness was taken away (for the most part), this mind's need for the constant activity that madness afforded made me desire, made me aspire, made me dream. I say to go, dream of writing that great American novel, even if you've never written a word. Dream of being a movie star, even if you've never spoken in front of an audience more than yourself. It is better to have dreamed and lost, I think. And sometimes, the lost causes are the best ones.
