You know when you have a dream and it is so vivid that it could be mistaken for reality? This is something which I have noticed within myself which gets translated into all the work I do. The problem with dreams is that they are so fragile that any utterance of it would seem to put it into jeopardy. Not all dreams happen at night either, most dreams happen during the day. What I only can describe as the opposite of a day dream. A dream that happens during the day but can only be translated through productivity.
At the start of this year I made my first new year’s resolution. A very simple one; I would have no free time. A promise to myself that was made out of fear that I would have the same destiny as my granddad who passed away a few years ago. A man I only ever met twice and is only described by my close family as being charming but lazy. The true definition of what happens when a man indulges in addictions and finds that he no longer has control over his life. At his cremation my father yelled, “Stand back, he is going to blow!” which gives an indication of the concoction of drugs which would have been within his system.
I can’t exactly say I have had no free time so far this year but what I really meant by that would be a year full of creating content. That anything I do this year will result in a product of some sort. Whether that is degree related material or other activities which by chance will look good on a CV.
Of course I didn’t make the promise with my CV in mind. The promise was made so that I could discover more about myself and the talents I may have acquired. This has led me being involved in website projects, writing prolific amounts, presenting a radio show, public speaking etc. For me to mention my activities seems boastful but I haven’t claimed to have achieved anything through them. What has been clear to me this year is that the more work one does, the more luck one seems to have. So you were right Thomas Jefferson.
My still alive Granddad, a man whom I love and see often, has a fantastic sense of humour. Wicked at times, occasionally ill-timed in social situations but like all jokes there is an element of underlining truth. Frequently he would comment on the dreams of young people.
“You are just a dreamer”
I’m used to hearing that sentence quite a lot. Usually it is said when one of my brothers talks about their plans to own a Ferrari in the future, have shares in the royal family or kindly give me a job as a cleaner in their playboy mansion.
What I have maintained all along is that the pay of a job does not concern me. If I were ever at a position to earn a vast salary but have a rubbish job or earn little money for a job that fulfils my dreams and aspirations. I would choose the latter. As long as I could live comfortably I would be happy. I’m not one of these people who would say money isn’t important. It is. Money does bring happiness because it provides comfort. A point which I have openly argued as others have hurled accusations of my argument being materialistic rubbish. You may have the comfort of spirituality but you still need the comfort of somewhere to live. To say otherwise just seems immature and short sighted.
Dreams are just that important to me. If only it were so easy to say I only have the one dream. Like all children I don’t have a clue what I want to do in the world. Fair point, I study a Public Relations degree but we all know that not everybody goes into the industry that they studied towards. It is just a fact of life, it is chaotic and there is no order as such. It is randomness and chance who are the cruel dictators in life, partly shape who we become but are the fairest judges of all. Some people are born in positions where no real effort is needed academically or personally to reach their goals. Others may have intimidating talents but backgrounds have made it seemingly impossible to achieve productively. I like to believe that everyone has a chance to make something of themselves, to follow their dreams.
Sadness engulfs me when you meet people who claim to have no dreams. Feel secluded from a society that never gave them a chance in the first place. In many cases what those people say is true. I can’t begin to explain the amount of support I have had to reach where I am now. If I didn’t have that support when I was much younger then I wouldn’t be writing on this blog today.
Ultimately I am just a dreamer. Often criticised for thinking too much but I am not alone. Many people have dreams but too many are scared to admit it. You may notice that I still haven’t shared what my dreams are. That is because they are too fragile. Impatiently I wait to see my dreams come true, with stubbornness refusing to ever let them go. Make no mistake, I have no pride to bare, just the dreams hidden within.