My last post had me thinking…
It seems as though all of our childhood’s are spent fantasizing and imagining a day when you are all grown up usually around twenty, because any older than that just seems ancient from a child’s perspective, a time when all of your goals, hopes, and dreams finally come to their long-awaited and anticipated fruition.
In my opinion, this is all caused by the propaganda we are fed as children from various sources including, but not limited to, our parents, teachers, and the guiltiest culprit of all, children’s television programs. I seem to remember a certain program in particular that would not just frequently, but regularly, blatantly lie to me and millions of other children around the globe about the extremely unrealistic and improbable possibilities found “in a book” if you just “take a look.”
I suppose the entire blame for the weight we, as children, put upon our final ascent to adulthood cannot be laid entirely upon outside sources. There is something to be said for the imagination of a child. Even I, with my incredibly active imagination that I so frequently wish I had the option of turning off, relish in the days when whole dramatic stories could be created, thoroughly enjoyed, and reminisced upon using nothing more than thin air as your stage, audience, and muse. The mind of a child is not to be underestimated.
But, why is it that things never turn out how you imagined they would when you were a child dreaming of a day when allegedly all of your dreams would come true? You can ask anyone, even with the most perfectly appearing life and i’m sure they will tell you that what they are living is not in coherence with what they wanted to be living at this point in time, when they were a child.
Granted, many childhood dreams are much better left in the dream pile, rather than actually entering into reality. I seem to remember desiring, around the age of seven or eight, to become a janitor when I grew up. For reasons I most certainly cannot even begin to fathom at my current point in life. Don’t misunderstand me, there is nothing at all wrong with that career path, but I find that as a career goal/dream is lacks a good deal of luster.
I guess it’s just that childhood dreams very infrequently come true. But I suppose it isn’t such a bad thing that this is the case. Certainly life is an ever changing, ever growing process in which we are constantly metamorphosing even despite many people’s ardent efforts to stay the same. If it somehow were mandatory for all of our childhood whims to come to fruition I dare say, many of us would be leading rather frighteningly interesting lives that we would doubtful enjoy. It is only natural that on the journey of life we should drop off and pick up new dreams along the way. Where would the joy be in living a life where all your dreams had already come true? What more would there be for you to attain to?
All in all, I suppose this isn’t to say that dreams don’t come true. Because, being the dreamer that I am, I could never admit to that. It’s just that not all the dreams that we have ever dreamt in our entire lives come true. And I think instead of mourning our seemingly amazing dreams that didn’t, or have yet to, come to bountiful fruition, we ought to be thankful for those dreams that didn’t come true that would have unknowingly made us miserable.
I am a strong advocate for having goals and dreams. My dreams and hobbies have something in common in that, I arguably have way too many of them. They also have something else in common in that, I am easily discouraged when it comes to them and quick to give them up. Currently my dreams are too numerous to list them all here, but most obviously I dream of getting my crochet & knit creations out there into the world. With enough willpower, determination, and creativity hopefully I can succeed at doing that.
Just…something I was thinking about.
CAT