I’m a Dreamer in My Heart

He falls to thinking for a while and carries on, “You have the incredible faith in yourself. Such a powerful faith like yours can change the world, I guess. By the way, it’s hard for me to believe that you didn’t give up. Only few people have guts to go through such hellish long abortive periods. I admire your courage to the heavens. You know, I’m an engineer and fifty-seven years old now. I began studying philosophy and psychology three years ago. I’ve been reading Kant, Aristotle, Plato, Nietzsche, Spengler, Schopenhauer, Spinoza, Bergson, Freud, Jung, etc. Why? Because I want to understand human beings and the meaning of life. Besides, I want to improve myself. It’s a good thing to improve oneself, you know. I don’t understand why people stop improving themselves while they have a time to do so. Like you, I’m a dreamer in my heart. I’ve been writing poems for years. My family always encourages me to publish them; nevertheless, Mexico has a few serious readers by comparing to other countries. It’s our culture, I admit. Mexican people prefer to read entertainment books than serious books, such as literature, poetry, philosophy, etc.  As a result, it’s difficult for me to find a publisher here. But I’ll try to publish my poems even if nobody reads them. I love depicting human emotions and feelings. I really love writing poems. I’m not writing them for money but for my sheer pleasure!”