Nobelic Me!

Hello, everyone and welcome to my Blog! I've spent so much time searching what to write, how to write something that will leave you speechless, that will inspire you. The truth is I don't have magic or any ability to write something so unique and perfect that will make every single person stop for a moment and give me an applause. But I do have something I know every single person on Earth has- and that is a dream. That is a wish. That is imagination.
For years now I've been searching for my purpose. I would go to sleep and ask myself- what is my purpose in life? I would wake up and ask myself the same question. I was so miserable, I was walking through the future with no knowledge of what day it is, what time it is. I would wake up and than go to sleep- over and over again! I had a dream, I knew my dream, but I would try to make that dream disappear. I live in a small town, in a small country. I have two older sisters who made my parents proud. One of them is married and has one kid. The other one is at a collage. She's about to become a nurse- and my parents are so proud of her! And now they're looking at me thinking how I'm about to do something great. They want me to have a job that will enable me all I need. So, I started searching, I started living a life I knew don't belong to me.
But I would sit and on the floor something would start to grow up. No one else can see it, but me! I swear, from the floor an old beautiful tower would start to rise. It's so beautiful that when I see it I'm staring at it speechless. And inside that tower lives a man, an old man. I don't know his name, but I see his life circling around me. I see his past and his present. Around his neck he has necklace with a magical pendant: it's a bird made of diamonds! And the old man, he doesn't go out, he has no friends, he has no one to take care of. He's sad and he's so lonely. But the biggest pain he carries is inside his chest. He fell in love with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. I don't know her name and I don't know much about her, but I can see their love and I can feel their love. It's so beautiful. It's so rare. They used to sit under a tree thinking about the future. She used to draw a tower she wanted to live in one day-with him! But the woman he was in love with- she passed away. She was gone in a second and there was nothing he could've done! So, he decided to built the most beautiful tower any person has ever seen and he decided to live there for the rest of his life thinking about how is it possible that when you meet someone so special- the smell of that person replaces the air you breath and you just don't need it anymore!
And as I'm sitting I just forget about everything. I'm looking at the old man and he haunts me telling me:" I have so little, I'll be gone, but only you can see me and only you can make sure I'll be remembered." -and that's how I know I have a dream. My dream is to write! My dream is to write you those stories that you can't see. My brain is killing me and living a life trying to make everyone pleased, but me- isn't why I was born.
I always go and make jokes how I wanna become a Nobel Prize winner one day just to see how people would react and they laugh because they think that's impossible. Just because I was not born and raised in a big house, with famous parents, just because my last name isn't DiCaprio or Carter doesn't mean that I don't count.
I have a dream and I'm willing to work on my dreams and make my dreams possible. I'm willing to lean on nothing else but my dreams. The only question I have is... Are you willing to lean on your dream?