Today, it dawned upon me that I’ve killed most of my childhood dreams.
My friend mentioned to me how he is planning on developing a t-shirt company. He even showed me a couple of the designs he developed for the launching line. I really liked them. I told him they were really good and I encouraged him to carry this project through until the end.
A couple of hours later it struck me curiously hard. It – the memory of my own attempt at launching a t-shirt line. I had even developed about 30 t-shirt designs, that were fairly good. But I ended up killing the idea because I had no clue as to making my vision reality. So the designs were zipped up and placed in a lonely corner on my computer’s hard drive.
Then it all came back to me. I remembered all the brilliant ideas that I had ignored, failed to pursue, and did not complete. All the crazy projects that were bumbling around in my head begging for release – they all came back to me. The music album, the hip-hop beats website, the poetry book, the t-shirt design company, the graphic design company, the computer company… All gone.
I paused to think back on all my dreams. I paused to look at my current plans… law school, corporate law. They seem so heartlessly cold compared to the vibrant visions of home-grown success I had for myself. They seemed so lacking in… humanity. Then I realized that slowly but surely, I had given up on my fantasies, and married myself to certain “realities.” Certain paths that guaranteed success.
I’m not ashamed for the success I’ve achieved on my career path thus far… I’m saddened only by the many dreams that were slaughtered in the name of success.
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