The two voices.

'You want to what?', Yvonne questioned.

'Become a writer. I want to write.' Georgia said.

'You know, that takes a lot of skill. Your grammar isn't great, and you don't even have a degree in English or something.'

Georgia bit her lip, and said after a while, 'I do know that I am not qualified. I also know that I don't have ideas.'

'Good that you know,' Yvonne said, she tilted her head and looked at Georgia.

'I still want to try.'

'Do you have enough saved up? What are you going to do as you write?'

'I'll think about that. I'll get by.'

Yvonne rolled her eyes and said, 'suit yourself. Don't come crying to me when you fail.'

'Eve, why do you have to be so discouraging? It's my dream for God's sake!'

'Well, why don't you grow up? I'm trying to help you here! Would you let your friend swim in the sea if she isn't a good swimmer?'

Georgia looked away, she felt stung. 'What can I say?' she thought to herself, 'maybe Yvonne is right.'

At that thought, her heart went cold.


~


More than a short scenario, I think this reflects many people's internal struggle. I think many people gave up on their dreams as they think about the practical aspects of life. Yvonne may be fictitious, but some variation of her exists in all of us. Henry David Thoreau saw this almost 2 centuries ago - “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.”

Why is it that after 200 years, so many are still trapped in their lives of quiet desperation?

To anyone reading this, I hope you'll sing your song. Sing it with faith in yourself. Sing it loudly. Sing it proudly. Sing it so other dreamers can chime in.

Love
Julie