Chapter 3: Rich’s Dad

Richard’s father always gave great lessons on wealth. Rich and his dad cooked dinner together every night. At the table, his father would explain his secrets to a rich life. Little Rich’s big eyes, little ears, and huge imagination were wide open and ready to absorb any and all information during these lessons.

“One day you will be rich like me. Being rich means having everything ya ever wanted. REMEMBER THAT, RICHARD! Do you know what that means for you? It means turning your dreams into a reality. You can make that happen with money!” Rich’s dad exclaimed. Richard tried to imagine what he would have if he was rich, but nothing absolutely specific came to mind. In general, he found himself wanting everything. He wanted the world and everything good that he has experienced. He wants more of that. Often times, he would daydream about what many young boys dream about: conquering the monster and saving the princess. He always found happiness in his video games when all of his hard work throughout the game led to the reward of the princess’s favoritism toward her deserving hero.

His father continued on with his lesson, interrupting Rich’s daze of glory. “You want more pokey man cards, ya gotta have money. You want a bigger telescope, ya gotta have money. Ya want an education, you guessed it, you gotta have more money! Ya know, they even sell classes that teach you how to make more money, but you gotta have the dough for that too. So you gotta have money to make money!” He looked down at his son who seemed a little dismayed at this information. “But phooey on all of that nonsense! You know what is way more important?: Knowing what you want and understanding that you must give in order to receive those things that you want. If you want something, and it costs money, then find a way to help someone with their problems, and they will reward you with money for helping them. “How do I get money?” He said with the look of a student that was ready to sign up for one of those classes. “Try thinking about what I just said, and rephrase the question.” “Hmm…” Richard thought for a moment. “Oh, how can I help someone?” “Haha, son! Yes! Exactly the right mindset. You keep that question in your mind every time you want to get paid.” “Don’t you worry your little head. It’s a good thing you got yer ol’ dad to teach you. I’ll teach you everything you need to know. Just listen close and pay attention at our meetings.

Chapter 2: Milly’s Dad

Maiten always gave great words of wisdom when he and Millaray would spend time together. On this day, they traveled to the market in town where she could sell her merchandise that she collected and created. On their trek, they would usually have a lesson with her father’s understandings on the world. A lesson on wisdom and the search for the ultimate treasure known as knowledge. Little Milly’s little eyes, big ears, and huge imagination were wide open and ready to absorb any and all information during these lessons. Her father was a man of few words, but powerful words when he did speak.

After walking a while in silence, she asked Maiten, “Dad, are we going to have a lesson today?” He saw that her mind was open, but he asked anyways, “Are you ready for one?” “I’m ready!” He rolled right into the topic he has always wanted her to understand. “Being happy means having everything you ever wanted. Do you know what that means for you? What do you want, Milly?” Maiten would ask these questions as an exercise to keep his daughter’s mind active. Milly answered, “I just want to take care of what I have.” With a proud smile he asked her, “Well, what do you have?” Milly thought hard about the answer.

“Um… well… umm… I have you!!” She perked as she peeked up at her father, her hero. “Very good. You do a great job at taking care of your old papa. What else do you have, Millaray? “Uhhm…” She found it hard to think of ideas. Her father helped, “Take a look around.” He pointed slowly in a sweeping half-circle motion. “Trees? Trees! I have trees!” “And what are trees good for? Don’t you have a friend that lives in a tree?” “IZZY!!” She suddenly halted her walk in a sort of panic. “Did you feed Izzy this morning?!? My poor little chipmunk! He must be so hungry. We should go back. I’m sorry i forgot! I was gonna feed him, but Mama asked me to…” Millaray’s father cut off her rambling, “Millaray, focus.” He said in a deep voice that captured her back into the conversation. “I’m still waiting for an answer to my first question.” “Oh yeah, uhmm, trees… are good houses… for animals like Izzy.” “And don’t worry about Izzy; I gave him some peanuts before we left.”

In My Dreams


Dreams are very real, and they do matter. They are YOU (at some point in time) experiencing a reality that exists in your slumber. A dream is a story. Every action, every thought, and every experience of the story being told is 100% dictated by feelings. This means that you are shamelessly (and not foolishly) 100% truthful to the world and to yourself in this reality. You are 100% connected and aware.


In this way, dreams can be thought of as answers without questions – a story. A story that has been forced into your mind without your consent, and there’s nothing you can do about that. I have found dreams to be extremely helpful when identifying problems within myself in order to identify who I am to myself and who I would like to be. They help me to realize things about myself that I may not have been aware of before the dreams. These stories help me fix what I may not have noticed was broken. They help me help myself to be better tomorrow than I am today.

Example: The Passive Dreamstate

When I record my dreams, I note the state of mind I was in while in the dream. This signifies the level of consciousness I was in. Basically, it is a measure of the level of awareness i experienced. The following is a description of my passive dreamstate. In passive mode, I am not in control of my actions, but I have control of my mind. I (my mind) am fully aware that what I’m experiencing does not make any sense, yet I accept what is happening and react to it accordingly. I react to this nonsense reality as if it has been this way my entire life and as if everything is completely normal. (unconscious reaction/no control) I am accepting a reality that I don’t believe in. My actions and beliefs do not align. As if something has taken control and all I can do is watch this story like a movie. I am consciously (aware) reacting to a reality that I disagree with.

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Examples: Breathing under water, walking through walls, flying, or being a different person/character, etc. My mind is there, but the control of my ‘body’ is not.

I believe that the passive dreamstate is driven by irrational fear. The type of fear where I give up before I try because I think I might fail at something. It’s an irrational fear of losing. It’s a fear of stating the truth and creating an unwinnable argument. It’s a fear of losing and being wrong. In the passive dreamstate, I’m afraid of attempting to prove reality false, so I don’t even try because I think to myself, “What if I’m wrong. That would make me insane.” I (my mind) am just along for the ride. This is my problem in these types of dreams. When I have these dreams, this is a broken part of me. I feel like I (my mind) might be wrong. I don’t challenge reality because I feel like I (my mind) might not belong. This is my assessment of this type of dream state.


This is only one of many examples of how dreams help me identify problems in my life that I can work on. I didn’t notice that I felt this way about myself until I studied why I would react to my reality the way that I did. Since then, I have become much happier by engaging in reality and not passively observing. I challenge people, and I challenge the world around me day-to-day. Almost like a dare to take me on. Most importantly, I challenge myself to engage. Life is much more interesting and fulfilling when you are part of it.

Welcome To My Words.


These are my Words to provoke your Thoughts. They are, to me, my attempts to describe my interpretations of my experiences in this world and reality. They are, to you, whatever you choose to interpret them to be. When I find truth in my life, I call it a “Word,” and I write it out. A Word is something that rings true to me. A foundation that I can rely on and build a strong faith on top of. It’s a belief, and sometimes it’s a simple thought with no structure. I want this space to be a place for those with thoughts on my thoughts to share.

Please keep in mind that your mind is reading mine. I hope that turns out to be a good and constructive thing. I hope it inspires further thoughts! I aspire to inspire before I expire. Although, I understand that you might hate what I’m saying or how I say it. This isn’t a place for hate; it’s a place for understanding. Your mind might mind my mindings. If you find your mind hating mine, then you might be interested in an upcoming article titled “Your Problem, Not Mine.”

And I can’t forget about all of the positive feedback. Thank you so much for the love and support, my friends! I appreciate the appreciation!

I hope that this platform is of use to someone else. Words are meant to be shared. They are how we make connections, strong communication, and ultimately happiness. Please feel free to share any of your own truths that you observe; I’d love to read them and understand them. Thanks for stopping in, and check out the other articles under “Words for Thoughts.”