Blues run the game...

Writers remember everything ... especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he'll tell you the story of each one. From the big ones you get novels. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is the ability to remember the story of every scar. Because art consists of the persistence of memory. So do not sit still; start moving, because scars can only be gained in motion. In the beginning, you may not go in the direction you want, but as long as you are moving, you are creating alternatives and possibilities. Do it. Do it badly; do it slowly; do it fearfully; do it any way you have to, but do it nonetheless.

Life isn't as magical here, and you're not the only one who feels like you don't belong, or that it's better somewhere else. But there are things worth living for. And the best part is you never know what's going to happen next, what lurks behind the corner, who you'll meet when you least expect it. Life is a steamroller and all you can do is try to enjoy it, because it will be over sooner than you think. So all he is left with is the magic of believing in himself, believing in his quixotic ambition, letting the failures of the previous day disappear as each new day dawned. Yesterday was not today, and the past did not predict the future if he could learn anything at all from his mistakes.