I am a dreamer.

In every sense of the word, I am a dreamer. My dreams are very sexy. My dreams drive me every day.

Many people think of dreams as something that happens to them, but I think that dreams are something that you should chase with everything you have—all your emotions, all your resources, and then some.

The issue that I have is that I imagine life in two parts. In one part, I am normal. I have all the faculties that a good looking, intelligent, brute of a man has. This is my fantasy. The second version is achieving my dreams as I am, in a wheelchair. It’s a lot less sexy, but it’s achievable. Oftentimes, my dreams and my fantasy collide in my head.

Throughout my lifetime, many of my dreams have come true: living on my own, moving out to go to college, buying my first home, and now finding myself on the cusp of marriage to my beautiful Leslie.

Back to my colliding visions….

With every achievement or dream come true, there has always been a letdown of sorts. The dreams perhaps came true, but the fantasy did not. It is stupid of me to think that the fantasy could ever come true, but it is still a letdown. The problem is that my fantasies are not that extraordinary. For example, when I moved into my house, I realized that I would never be able to put a key into my own front door, and isn’t that a staple of home ownership?

I could give you a thousand examples, but that’s not the point.

The point is that I am still happy, excited, and will never stop fantasizing or dreaming about life. And, who knows, maybe my fantasy will come true one day.