Dreams are like unwritten books—you can’t judge the story if you never open the first page. I’ve spent years obsessing over stories like 'The Alchemist' or 'Soul Eater,' where characters chase the impossible, and it’s wild how fiction mirrors life. The fear of failure? Totally valid. But the regret of not trying? That’s heavier. I doodled webcomics for years before posting one online, and even if it flopped, the rush of hitting 'upload' was worth it. Now I’ve got a tiny audience that vibes with my weird art, and that’s magic.
Sometimes, the 'what if' gnaws at you more than the 'oh well.' Like rewatching 'Your Lie in April'—knowing the ending doesn’t ruin the beauty of the journey. Dreams aren’t about guarantees; they’re about finding out what’s in your soul’s margins. Even if it’s messy, trying leaves footprints. Mine led to a Patreon with 20 subscribers, and hey, that’s 20 people who believe in my scribbles.