New Dreams...

I haven't felt such feverish intensity for dream. I thought I had passion for writing, that I want to die as an author, until now. It's like being in love, except it's much better. I've never wanted to do something so badly; and do it well at that.

My entire life is revolving around this dream. I wake up with the thought of it. And involuntarily sleep while thinking of it, . The internship I have chosen is only to pursue and fulfill this dream. With every new development, I grow more attached to it. The thought of succeeding makes me cry, as does the thought of not succeeding.

Sometimes, while dreaming of it, I feel scared. There are many people who could do it better. They are more technically skilled than me. I feel scared to speak about it to someone - what if I can't pull it off. What if I err? What if I Fail...