Today is the eighth day of the 33 days challenge. The question for today was: “What’s your childhood dream?”.
I’m still working on the backlog, but we’re getting there.
Now, back to the answers.
C.F. “My childhood dream was to travel the world. Each evening, when I went to sleep, I was imagining that the bed was a ship that I was boarding. Actually, Tom Sawyer’s raft, floating down the Mississippi River… I guess back then, Tom Sawyer was my best friend. I also liked Jules Verne’s “Two years vacation”. My dream became true, I lived abroad for seven years and had enough of travelling. Now I just want to have a family and read again “Tom Sawyer’s Adventures” with the kids.”
Awesome. Traveling around the world is something that I could do anytime.
A.A. “My childhood dream is to fly above the trees. Hmm, now putting together information made me discovered some side effects of this recurrent dream. First: I am usually late because I can’t evaluate correctly the distance or the regular obstacles existing in Bucharest 😉 Second: I look at people’s windows all the time. I am curios to see how they are different even if they have the same shape.”
Did you ever try paragliding? I did once and flying above the trees is really interesting, that I can say. Just keep dreaming.
S.C “I have always dreamed of travelling to different, exotic, mostly warm countries. One of them is Australia. I have also always dreamed of being in a position of helping my family more (financially and otherwise – spend more time with them, take them places, talk and laugh together etc). And I have always dreamed of having the freedom of doing so. I am still hoping and dreaming.”
Actually, Australia is affordable. I wouldn’t move there, mostly because of the climate, but flew above it a few times and it’s definitely among the places I really want to visit someday too.
C.O. “Hi, Dragos, and thanks for making me dive a bit into my childhood memories… My childhood dream was to be beautiful… As a girl I didn’t like myself at all and I was struggling with quite a bunch of inferiority complexes. I also dreamed to be liked – by my parents, boys, people I considered highly intelligent… There was a turning point at 28 (it really took that long…) when I suddenly became sure that I wouldn’t have wanted to exchange places with anybody – I was great the way I was… And the story of edifying myself goes on… So, I’m still following my childhood dream of becoming the best version of myself…”
I always find that type of insight fascinating. Around 28-30 years people usually leave their “cocoon” and start to act a bit more maturely. I remember I started my first company around the same age.
J.P. “My childhood dream was to be Flash Gordon- this evolved into my love for making movies- I’m still working towards that goal- never give up on your dreams.”
Flash Gordon sounds good. Just keep dreaming.
S.L. “My childhood dream is to be a writer. I’m on track now after years of shame that prevent me from doing so. I live in a very critical family. When I tell my parents about my dreams, they would have 100 reasons why I can’t achieve it. I translated the criticism into my writing. I have always wanted to be the best. I fret over format, structure and arrangement. I couldn’t get the words out. I feel a lot of shame when I have to reveal a deep part of myself in my writing. I’ve started a few blogs, all unsuccessful, because I’m covering up a lot of myself. Then, I commit myself to just write. I allow words to flow through me without editing them. I don’t think about the end-goal, how it would look good, etc. I don’t even think about publishing. They’re just the by-product of my writing. Nobody needs to see my work, but I have to be honest with myself 100%. I’ve been doing it for a few days already. It works! Being a writer is no longer my ambition. It is part of me. I feel so much at peace now.”
I can so relate with this. Just look below, at my answer. I also wanted to be a writer. And I also do this free form writing every once in a while. It just feels good, isn’t it?
B.D. “My childhood dream kept changing through the years. First, I wanted to be an astronomer. Then I wanted to be a biologist. Then I wanted to be a radio D.J. Then I wanted to be a musician. Then I wanted to be a writer. Then I wanted to speak several languages and be a translator. Then I wanted to be a dietician. Well….I am now 52, and I have been: a bank teller, a store manager, an ESL teacher, a musician, a writer, and a certified nutrition consultant. So, I would say I got to do 4 out of the 6 things I wanted to do. That’s not bad! The trouble is: I never made any more than $18,000/year (U.S. dollars) It’s really not enough to live on. I am now the owner and writer of 2 blogs: one on nutrition, and the other on personal development. But I am so distracted by everyday life situations, I can’t seem to get either one off the ground, plus I’m disabled and heading towards getting diabetes, so I think I need to fix my body before my head will help me reach my goal of being a successful writer!”
Well, at least you had a lot of diversity in your life. I’ve been doing a lot of different things myself, so I can understand you. But a little bit of grounding is necessary. Even compulsory, if you want to really make it.
Here’s my answer to this question.
I don’t remember what was my childhood dream. I don’t think I had one, actually. I think I was happy just the way I was, as happy as any kid can be. Which is: totally happy.
But. There is a “but”. Although I didn’t remember having a childhood dream, I remember having a teenage dream, if I may call it like this. It was very powerful and I clearly remember it: I wanted to become a famous writer. My role model was Ernest Hemingway. I was quite a bit into American writers, I was discovering Walt Whitman, e.e. cummings, Ezra Pound, William Faulkner, and was consuming them avidly. My favourite book was “A moveable feast”, there were pages and pages I knew by heart. All that atmosphere in Paris, the sense of freedom and passion that exuded form that book felt so alive that I was projecting my future existence in that exact location, doing the exact same thing: writing fiction and being free in Paris.
Between 14 and 16 years I wrote hundreds of poems and dozens of short stories. Then, life interfered and I didn’t became a writer. Or at least not a writer in the sense of the image I formed during that time.
If I do think at how I live my life now, I think I’m very close to that image. I don’t write fiction books (yet). But I do write almost daily on this blog and on other blogs. I had two books translated into Korean. I don’t eat in a bistro in Paris, but I work in a Starbucks. I’m a blogger. I don’t think the concept of a blogger existed in Hemingway’s Paris. But it does exist in the world I live now.
Yes, I think I came pretty close to my teenage dream.
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The spooky thing about depression is that it sneaks in. There aren’t really trumpets and loud voices announcing: “Hail, hail, this is depression entering the room, all rise!” Nope. It’s slow, silent, creepy. It doesn’t even look like depression. It starts with small isolation thoughts like: “Maybe I shouldn’t get out today, I just don’t feel like going out”. And then it does the same next day. And then the day after that and so on. And then it starts to whisper louder and louder in your ears: “Why would you go outside, you loser? Didn’t have enough yet? Want more people to make fun of how much of a big, fat loser you are?”
And then you start to breath in guilt and shame, instead of air. Every breathe you take is putting more dark thoughts into your body.
Until you get stuck. You can’t move anymore. At all.
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