Have you ever had that dream where you try to run, but no matter how hard you exert yourself, nothing happens?

My thoughts feel that way. My mind runs at a million miles an hour, but I can never make sense of it all. So many things I need to do, want to do, have to do… It haunts me. My body craves sleep, and frankly so does my brain, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop the thoughts from continuing.

Call me an insomniac, but it’s so much more than that.

It’s like I have so much to say, but my mouth physically can’t form the words to express myself. I have so many ideas, but my body can’t keep up because there simply aren't enough hours in the day. That and the fact that fatigue always sets in after a time.

I feel cemented in place, wanting to escape but never seeming to make my feet move. Demands come at me a million miles an hour, like a semi truck out of control. All I can do is stand firm, give in to the inevitable, and hope that the impact won’t hurt so much.

The dream? To change the world. To make a difference. To help people.

The obstacle? Insignificant things that absorb my time like a black hole. Dissolving, disappearing, vanishing. Leaving forever, never to be returned to me.

And so I stand here, frozen in time. My heartbeat thuds in my ears, my blood pulsing through my veins. My brain races, trying to convince my dormant limbs to move.

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes. Then I take my first step.