Am I writing too big?

Can people dream too big?

Is it too much to want to change the world? Perhaps I thought of doing that too early on. 

I loved every time I made someone smile as a kid. I wanted more of it. Craved it. Writing was my forte out of everything, so I decided to change the world through words. 

I could write about the greatness of the LGBT+ community. I could write about all races being equal. I could write about all religions being good. As long as everyone’s happy. I could set examples. 

But changing the world doesn’t seem like a possibility anymore with the mountain standing in front of me. It’s hard enough to get published. Changing the world has to be worst. 

Or perhaps should people aim lower and get higher?

Some of the most influential people didn’t set out to change life. They did what they loved and accidentally came out on top. They tried their best to just be okay, but miracles happened. 

So, should I stop aiming high? If I want to walk up a hill, will I accidentally climb a mountain instead?

But wouldn’t that just be giving up on my dreams?

I shut that thought out. I couldn’t get anywhere if I give up. I should aim high and maybe I’ll climb higher than I thought possible. Maybe we all could.