Where’d you wanna go? How much you wanna risk?

The time that you expected is coming.

So you have a dream. Everybody has a dream. It might be that you’ve been waiting for years to make it happen, or it might be a recent desire, but every dream resonates with something in ourselves, every possibility of fulfilling it brings us closer to a day when we will be complete.

Fulfilling a dream is harder than life, and life is not a walk in the park either. Managing usual life, struggling to pay fees, raising kids, dealing with people is a breeze, compared to the things you might have to do in order to make it happen. Because every great deed has a price.

Some want to be dancers, and they work hours and hours in the studio, injuring their feet and muscles knowing that when they’ll be on the stage everything will be worth it. The coreographer will shout at them, push them and dismiss them. Some want to help children in orphanages get a good life. For this they would need money, and time and emotion, and strenght.

Or they want to be writers. They want their words to bring something new in the world.

But how do you know you’re ready for this dream? Sure, dreaming is easy, is accesible. How about the pain, the insecurities the life threatening situations? You might need to starve to raise money for your dream, you might get in life threatening situations for your dream, you’re opening your heart to the world because you care about this dream and people know it and they’ll trample over your heart.

Are you redy for these yet? And if you’re not, what are you without this dream? And if you have to jump, what if you pull back? And if you don’t at least try, will you be able to forgive yourself?

 

Unusual summer

The moment you grow up is the moment you realise everything around you is changed.

When I was ten, my summer would consist of skipping my breakfast to go and play with my friends on the lane. We would pick our favourite game and played it until we got tired of it. Sometimes we would turn over the rules of the game and make a new one. And we would have so so much fun. Those were the times when I’d stay out until 8, 9 o’clock right on time to see my dad returning from work. I’d spend hours playing in the sun without wearing a hat or sunscreen, and I’d be fine. Some nights, when I wasn’t too tired, I’s stay up to watch Yu Yu Hakusho or any other anime and dream about the future.

When I grew older, and I got a taste for reading novels, my summer would consist of endless roads to the library from where I would grab the greatest stash of books, go home and stay in my old purple couch, that I used to paint with my pencils, and read them until my eyes hurt.

Years later, I used to binge CSI Miami and The Mentalist and NCIS  eating icecream, and corn and candies.

Now, my summer enthusiasm is replaced by the need to go to my job and  write my thesis. I didn’t eat so much icecream, and I can’t play with my friends because we have other games now, and I don’t have the time to enjoy a novel. Blog posts have become my daily dose of literature. Lately, it’s been so rainy and cloudy, the way I don’t remember any other summer has been.

I’m not complaing, altough it’s hard. But everything is so strange, and changed. Or maybe I am changed. Maybe this is a sign I’ve grown up. For good.