I Found Some Stashed Broken Dreams & The Seed that was Planted

While putting some things into storage, I opened a box. In it contained two broken dreams. One was VHS Demo Reel from my college days. I sent 40+ copies of it, along with custom cover letters and resumes, to different video game studios after I graduated. After three months, I became weary of the rejection, and took a job in sales. If only I had tried for a little longer, my path might have been a little different. In hindsight, I let the presence of debt and feeling worthless push me into a job I never would have taken. It was a good experience though, I paid off my debts, saved an decent nest egg, and bought a car. I am no longer in sales.

The other dream came in a peculiar form. My old cell phone. With the contact information of a former love, but more than that, the oddly familiar ringtone that I associated with her beckoning. The ringtone that would begin the hour long conversations about nothing ending with the tender exchange of I miss you, I love you, and sweet dreams.

Both pursuits, I gave my heart in full, in the end, neither was meant to be. C'est la vie.

I tucked both of the memories back into the box. If anything, I tried, and I try. Broken dreams are sometimes sad, but if they were not to exist, the vast emptiness of no memories would be sadder. What proof that we had Truly lived, if there were none?

2:57am - Neighbor slams door. HARD. I bet they have a TON of broken dreams. LOL. Jokes.

A SEED

When I was a child, my parents bought my brother and I a Commodore 64. My interests for digital art was birthed from it. I found this digital art clipping from a magazine I had gotten in the 80's I've kept for all these years. I must have been 10-13 years old? This is where my fascination began. If you click the picture, I've also scanned the back of one, with text from the magazine.