I would rather that you remember as the person who wrote your favorite book. Who was seen writing in cafe's and at parties. I would rather be remembered as the author who sat down with fans to hash out scenarios. Who welcomed fanfiction as a compliment who valued her characters enough to not allow the masses to sway the way they are written in future books. I would like to be the author who traveled a lot and signed a ridiculous amount of books. I would like to be an author who inspires others like Tamora Pierce was for me.

For my last meal I would devour the religions of the world, past religion and present, so that when I  die, I would be taking the filthiest evil the world has seen with me. I would wash this meal down with agnostic beliefs so that there might never be a rise in ignorance again. All the worlds problems would not be solved, but it would be a long way down the right road. And in that, it would be a very satisfying death.

We were destined to meet.

You and I.

The moment I saw you out of the corner of my eye.

With that glossy cover.

And thick, uneven pages.

Like an old time book.

But in fresh, crisp print.

Fiewell and Friends, you delightful imprint.

F(r)iction you naughty magazine.

Such elegant illustrations!

Beautiful, curvy writing.

Lines for miles & yet...

such trim prose.

I must have you!

Tonight?

An affair it is.

Lights on.

As always.

I want to see every your every word.

My happy thought is always changing. It's the scene that puts me to sleep. The one where I've have the characters in a room talking to each other, the climax where all the emotions have run them ragged and its resolution time. Or perhaps, an action see, where they are moving in slow motion, allowing me to see just the word needed to explain it perfectly. Perhaps, still, it might be what makes the scene heart breaking, the tie no one thought would be strained, come to an unexpected head. These scenes are the ones I go to sleep to, the ones that lull me into a deep slumper so that when I wake up, I have to turn my computer on to grasp them on paper (or digital format, as would be the case most of the time). I use my dreams as my creative canvas, an in this manner of sleep, I never have nightmares. My sleep, my scene, is my happy thought.

Those who are stagnant, who never go anywhere or ask anything, those who suffer from a lack of growth and have never experienced an 'addiction' to growth in any form are those who fall by the wayside. Growth is 'addictive' to those who seek more in life, they grow just by being active, by experiencing new things, and with every 'growth' they attain there is only more to offer. Growth, if we define it as moving forward and experiencing 'more' in this world (thereby growing a human beings) is 'addictive' only to those who chose to move forward.

Though here I would like to pause and question the use of 'addictive:'

Addictive, in concerns to its connotations, reminds us of the negative: alcohol, cigarettes, drugs in all forms. Addictive, by extension, is a connotation of regression. Regression is the opposite of growth. My point is this, the phrasing- Why is growth addictive? Isn't the best way to express this statement. It should be: Why are we, as a people, obsessed with growth?

The American People are obsessed with progression, moving forward, growth... sometimes to a detrimental extent (such as prolonging life as long as possible because we can rather than questioning if we should through medical breakthroughs and technology). In our mere two hundred odd years as a nation we have gone from being a divided country fighting over slavery to a nation of immigrants, black presidents, woman running for president, homosexual marriages, and (while not 100% equal) pretty darn close to attaining an egalitarian era of living. There is no other country I would rather live in than this one because, no it is not perfect, but it is trying to be. Each generation seeks out a newer, better world to live in and this 'growth' extends to all parts of our lives.

As long as a person refrains from stagnant behavior, as long a they try to experience everything that they can within their single lifetime, than growth will remain an obsession for future generations.

Growth is an obsession for those who chose to seek it, because it reveals just how much there is still to go. As long as there is that gap between what we can be and what we are, then there will be a group of people seeking to erase that gap, to become all that we can be. Only those who refuse to see the gap for what it is become stagnant.