Another day, another chance.
Our minds carry with it a bag of memories. We have the pleasure of pulling them out any time we want and wander back to a time. The very idea of being able to physically travel back in time and experience life from the very first second is a dream and fantasy many people have had. And I am no exception to daydreaming about unordinary things. Such fantasies reflect a deeper yearning for doing something idealistic, but which is completely out of reach.
I was never one to abide by societal conventions so I found my way out of the crowd at a very young age. I didn’t know it back then, but following my heart was the greatest decision I ever made.
A week ago, I had an interesting encounter with a young and nervous girl who was headed for University. Her dilemma: “I don’t know what I want to do with my life.”
There's a story about a beggar who's sitting on the side of a road. The old man has been on the road for years. A stranger approaches one afternoon. "Spare some change?" mumbles the beggar, mechanically shaking his tin cup.
Human beings have a fascinating feature; that is the ability to envision something that does not exist, or imagination. When these visions are built on, it becomes a dream. It is my strongest belief that the ability to dream is what sets apart those who are driven and those who drop dead at the sense of fear.