“And although I knew no one man could do much about it, I felt responsible. All our work had been very little, no great change had been made. And it was all my fault. I’d been so fascinated by the motion that I’d forgotten to measure what it was bringing forth. I’d been asleep, dreaming.”

Just one week taking the fiction class have given me a renewed love for reading. I have been going back and forth with reading, The Invisible Man, and I can now see the importance and style of the author. This very quote helped me to understand the meaning of the novel and also the importance of the title. I have felt this way many times in my life with the notion of trying my best to do something that I believe in and getting people to see it from my point of view and the individual doesn’t change for the better or to my liking. The pages proceeding this very quote gives more details on the way the main character feels about his work and also the people that he is associated with. He is indeed angry and uses a cunning way of getting the audience to realize his way of thinking and feeling, especially with emotions linked to his speeches.

Everyone has a different style of writing, speaking, expressing themselves. At times it can be mature or at the peak of the person’s intelligence. Whatever the case a person should do from their heart and not worry about what others will say.

As I look at this photo a year later I still can’t believe that I was there. As each day passed since the last day in a place I only saw in other people’s photos, movies, television shows, and in my dreams I knew that I really did something special. All I had was a book bag and a suit case. A book bag and a suit case. I had the best time by myself yet and by all of my pictures you would have thought that I knew all of the people that I came in contact with. There are a few that I still communicate with, but the biggest attainment was that I was free of the day to day struggles of a 9-5, flakey friends who promised the world and gave nothing return, myself running around in circles not know what I really wanted to do with my life, and whatever else I was going through at the time.

This blog is mainly about making my life the best possible one for me. I got that very feel for 2 whole weeks. 2 whole weeks of waking up whenever, doing whatever I felt I wanted to do, and forgetting what time it was, damn just thinking of that gets me going. While being in the magical place of Japan I wanted to transfer the feeling of “making my life the best possible” to my life back in the States. I also told myself that I was going to move there, which I still want to do in a different type of situation with a very special person. But anyways after being in a place that I only dreamt about my life has surely gotten better. I don’t let the little things get me down as much, less time sensitive, care-free and totally willing to try new things, and the most important one is living as much in the moment as possible.

Living in the moment as much as possible is perhaps the most important thing that I learned from my trip to Japan. However, taking nearly 1000 pics, meeting cool and interesting people which I still keep in contact with some, expressing myself and opening up to perfect strangers as they did the same, walking everywhere and finding out more about myself, and meeting Japanese people and living as they do is something that I will never forget and always cherish.

Now being back in the States for a year I have bought many plane tickets to realize dreams that I have been thinking of doing for sometime. Some of the dreams have really turned out to be part of my daily life and others have fallen by the way side. When dreams are realized something in your body, something in your mind, and your whole look on life changes. I feel most of the time for the better and it is up to that person to grab hold of that dream and realize and grow from it.

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I had my first fiction class this past wednesday. I didn’t know what to expect but I was anxious to see what I could learn from the instructor. When I walked into the classroom a white hair white woman with glasses greeted me. She was very enthused to see me and the other beginning writers who were ready to throw away their misconceptions and learn from someone who knew a thing or two about writing. There was a total of 3 guys and 8 women present for class and I looked like the one out of place. I was dressed in some jeans and a designer shirt that was hugging my body, I clearly looked like I could easily punch someone out and also mirrored of someone ready to go out on a date or hang with the boys. Nonetheless I was ready to see what I could learn. This was the first class in over 3 years that I have taken since being out of school and a class that I wanted to take and had no problem paying for something that I felt that will benefit me.

Once everyone was settled in the fiction teacher introduced herself, talked about her credentials, gave out a rule that she had for the class, and told us that we all are writers. She was very inspirational and gave all of us positive feedback on what we wrote for the writing exercise. What I learned that day was that I am a writer and that there is tons of things that I do need to work on, but I can express myself and a story through words. Furthermore, is that a novel is a series of short stories that gradually reveal more about the main or round character. That little statement is so simple, but powerful because I started to think and jolt down more short story ideas and to look at the way authors put together a series of circumstances that gives the reader an understanding or realization of the story through the main character.