Remembering the Future

At a young age you imagine what it’ll be like when you grow up, whether you’re going to be an actor(ess), Fireman or Space Cowboy. You create an entire life in the blink of an eye, you’ve streamlined out all the boring preparations to the fun bit at the end, the goal. Unfortunately not all of these daydreams can come true, for whatever reason you get detoured and things change, for some people its major, others’ practically unnoticeable.

To believe that you could’ve achieved your dream if it weren’t for certain obstacles is easy, optimists would say that if you really apply yourself you can do anything, but some obstacles truly are unavoidable, not in the sense of fate or destiny but simply uncontrollable random events.

For those that didn’t get exactly what they dreamt, nor are happy with the outcome there is a quote that you’ll appreciate:

The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly one you can never have.

Søren Kierkegaard

I never had a dream of becoming anything particular, I had one of those aptitude tests and I remember the top two results to this day 1) Actor, 2) Naval Architect. I suppose a graphic designer is a good blend between them, the structure and function of architecture with the character and creativity of a Thespian. I’m fairly happy with what I do, my only regret, the future that I remember is knowing when I was younger what I would enjoy design and geared myself towards it sooner rather than playing catchup essentially being further along with my life than I am. However the slow road has its advantages…..

So even though your future never happened the fact that it could is a great source of melancholy, but still trying for it is a great source of hope. And any source of hope is a good thing, even if it comes from sadness.

What futures do you remember?

Dream #1: The Post Box in a Field one

Let me set the scene for you its a big big open green field and your in the middle of it. So with this little visual aid you might have an idea of how vastly big this empty field it and you are in the middle of it.

So there is absolutely nothing around you now, nothing at all but this bright red post box sitting in the middle of the field, completely out of place because there is nothing else.

Now you understand the expanse that is this field and the oddity of the postbox seeing a tree with a car in it in the middle of the field doesn’t fill it up. If I had jumped to this point straight away you might think this field to be crowded.

So with no hope of getting the car out of this time I set off towards the Post Box, I open it and laying at the bottom are handfulls and handfulls of Golden Pound coins Stirling. So I figure Hmm, must be there for a reason and start to get up when a hand is offered to me, its my Indian nephew as he pulls me up and I feel calm in his presence. We talk about his uncle that I don’t think is me and his tell me that “he likes his hair like that” and that he thinks I’m mischievous.So there you go truly bizarre but to me extremely vivid.

I could make use of that 10,000 Dreams book I have but its far too thick to go through and find out for sure.
Answers on a postcard please.