Nov 14, 2012 09:28
My father is a real self-made man. When he was sixteen, he worked to pay for his own education. In his twenties, he started his own business, which became quite successful. And in his fifties, he sold the company and retired to the south of France, to a house with a pool. I have had the greatest respect for people who chase their dreams ever since (I'm looking at you, my friends!), because my father showed me that making your dreams come true is damn hard work.
And it's not just hard work because of all the things you need to do. You have to be more than a dreamer, you have to be a visionary, you have to have a plan AND the perseverance to see it through. But then you get these expectations. Whether you're trying to lose weight, looking for that dream job, trying to make a living from your passion, you start looking forward to it. When you get there, all your troubles will be gone. It starts to look like a finish line with a reward at the end, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
And the harsh reality is: there is no finish line. Reaching your goal will not make everything right. There will still be bills and taxes, still moments that you'll feel crappy and unattractive, when you're bored or unhappy or swamped with work you don't want to do. Life is like that, even when you're as happy as you can possibly be, lucky, blessed and priviliged, there will still be drama and hardship to deal with.
So be careful what you wish for. When you get it, life still goes on.
ponderings