Dreams and Destiny.

Each of us has something we are meant to do. Some goal we can’t stop thinking about no matter what happens or where we go in life. Maybe it’s to be the president one day, or travel the world, or find a cure for cancer, or become an artist, or some almalgamation of all those things. Whatever it is, it follows us. Haunts us. Nags us to remember that while we may be doing just fine wherever we are currently, there’s still some unfinished business we have to resolve before the curtain call. Some, of course, pursue this urge right off the bat. They don’t go after the traditional wants of financial security and corporate employment, nice house, etc. There are other, of course, who don’t pursue it at all. The dream sits there, year after year, burrowing a hole in them until they’re sitting on the back porch with their grandchildren saying, “I wish I’d only tried.”

And then, of course, there are those of us who started out going after the dream, then got distracted somewhere along the line. You took that job just to pay the bills for right now and it ended up lasting a little more than temporary. Then you got a new job that paid better and you thought might be an improvement, but you had to work shitty hours. And on and on and on until the next thing you know, it’s five years later. You’re not the wide-eyed teenager who thought anything was possible anymore. Your tired and all your muscles ache and you can’t imagine why you put off what you love for so long. There’s nothing really wrong with your life now; you’ve got an okay job, you’re doing okay financially, but there’s something missing. You still want more.

The hardest thing in the world is to step away from that nice, safe, okay world and do something bigger. Then again, nothing worth anything is ever easy. Maybe it’s all right to gamble financial security, two cars, a three-storey house and a comfortable job to actually make a difference. We’ll see.

~ by Xan on Sunday. 21. January. 2007..