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Everything was going on fine for Zack. He had everything he wanted. A girlfriend, a car, a job. He was about to graduate from college, and he had been really cheered up about it. But lately, he has been feeling like something's missing. Like if he wasn't that complete. At all.

One day, he was driving his car in his way back home when suddenly he saw a little kid walking his dog, and he stopped. Not because he saw a dog, but because the happiness the child was projecting on his face. He didn't see anything except the dog, and the dog was happy as well.

Zack started crying. When was the last time he has been that happy? And why wasn't he? Of course, he didn't have a dog but because he didn't want to. What was missing? He had never felt this type of sadness in his life. Hadn't he?

When he got home, he saw her mother and father watching the TV, laughing at what was happening on their favorite tv show. He went upstairs to his dorm. He didn't even say hello to them. He was very emotional. 

"What is going on with me" He thought. "Maybe I'm getting sick, that's it". But he knew it wasn't true. 

He suddenly fell asleep. And he dreamed. More than a dream, it was a memory. From when he was a child. He saw himself writing. A 11-year-old version of himself, writing down in his little journal. He couldn't see what he was writing, but he mostly saw the happiness on his face, just like the one from the little child and the dog. Her mom appeared in his dream too. Laughing with him and reading what he just had written. "You're going to be a great writer" she said. "One of the biggest ones". 

Then he woke up.

"Damn it" He said. When was the last time he had written something? Probably when he started college. He remembers the day he chose to study engineering. "This is going to be great for my future" he thought. "I'm going to get a lot of money, I will have everything I wanted".

Then he also remembered a conversation he had with his father many years ago. "Thank God you left that idea of becoming a writer" He said. "Writers don't have a future". 

Why didn't he study English? Or literature? "I don't want that for me". "I want to be succesful" He remembered thinking. 

That was the day when he realized he had never been that comfortable with engineering. Yes, of course, he got used to it and it was something useful. But he did not love it. He did not enjoy it. He just went to classes. And he was about to graduate.

Then he started crying again. He remembered how much he liked to write, and how much he wanted to spend his full time doing it.

That's when her mother came into his dorm.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" "Nothing, I'm fine" he said.

"Umm". "Don't you want to talk then?"

"I guess not"

"Just remember that I'm always here for you" she said.

Then she stood up and walked to the door.

"Mom".

"Yeah?"

"Was I good at writing?"

She smiled. Then she said.

"The question here is, "Did you feel good when writing?"

He smiled back. "Thanks mom".

Since that day, he started writing again. He felt great. Positive. Happy. Complete.

Of course, he graduated from engineering. But that didn't stop him from doing what he loved the most. To write.