A Blank Page

Why does a blank page always beckon me?

I’ve been in front of a crowd, and I'm not a fantastic speaker, as everyone usually thinks a man with the last name of "Robbins" should be (Thanks Tony). I usually can’t put all of my thoughts into a cognizant sentence before I stumble into the next stream of thoughts. I’m definitely not good at grammar. And let’s not even talk about my spelling. (Thanks Spell Check People).

Yet I continue to write.

Scribble. Type. Jot. And obviously ramble (in fragmented sentences, no less). Something draws me to a pen and paper; a blank word document; a pencil and a scrap piece of paper.

When life throws a curve, I can write my way into the future, planning and dreaming of the next home run.

It has occurred to me that passion is not a candle that is lit and burns out after time. Passion for what you love is something that never dies down. It can never be snuffed out.

There will always be a continuous burn in your soul. Day In and Day Out. I don’t know how to control it. And I have come to the conclusion that I wouldn't even if I could.

Use the passion you have every single moment you can. As I feel about writing, some people feel about cooking, or kite surfing or saving puppies. I can't stress this enough: Do That! Use that passion!! Don't let another day pass where your passion just smolders against your soul.

You can absolutely find 5 minutes within this crazy life to dream. Dream bigger than where you are and what you do. Find your own blank page and create your life story.