When I was four I wanted to be an acrobat in the circus. Unfortunately, a broken elbow due to my parent’s bed and a stubborn closet door put an end to that.
When I was nine I wanted to play professional baseball.
At 12 I decided to add professional basketball to the plan as well. I mean, that couldn’t be too difficult, right? Bo Jackson and Deion Sanders pulled off the multi-professional sport thing. Heck, so did Michael Jordan… sort of.
By the age of 14 I didn’t know what I wanted to be anymore. And frankly, I wasn’t worried about it. I figured my dream would find me at some point, hand me a detailed plan and a slice of cheesecake (cause that’s what dreams do), pat me on the back and say “ok, let’s be awesome.”
At age 20 I decided I wanted to be a professional musician in a national touring band. I even pursued that dream for 4 1/2 years. After some minimal success, that dream fell apart like all the rest.
Now, at the ripe age of 27, after several years of coasting, I know what I want to be. I want to be an astronaut!
Not literally. But I do want to have the same audacious attitude I had as a child. Why not?!
Most kids have “crazy” dreams to be something or do something incredible with their lives. They even believe they can accomplish those goals.
But somewhere along the road to “adulthood” we seem to loose the adventure and whimsical spirit of dreaming big. This bugs me to no end. I’m tired of doing just enough to be safe and get by. Safety is for suckas!
Ben Franklin said, “Some people die and 25 and aren’t buried until 75.”
When I first heard that quote I freaked out a little. A vision of myself as an older gentleman, feeding ducks in a park in between my games of chess (I’m sure I’ll learn the rules of chess before I’m 65), wondering what life would have been like if I tired something audacious came to mind. What would it be like to be an old man full of regrets? Stability is great and all, but at what expense? We have dreams, desires, and passions for a reason. If we do not pursue them, we are robbing ourselves of joy and fulfillment and potentially robbing our community and the world of great ideas.
Your dreams matter.
Your passions matter.
If it’s in you, it’s important.
It’s never too late. If you spend your time feeding ducks in the park and playing chess you can still do something “crazy”.
Making a dream a reality is a bridge to be crossed soon. But for now, just dream! And dream big. That’s the start.
Question: What has kept you from pursuing a dream of yours?