I think there comes a time in everyone’s life were they have to make a choice. A choice to live a simple, content life or to take a risk and chase your dreams….
My job consumes a majority of my time, spending between 40 to 60 hours a week in a manufacturing plant. This job has barely any benefits, aside from health insurance. With its menial tasks I just find myself dreaming all day long. (12 hour shifts BTW) I’m barely making ends meet and I’m spending so much time doing it. It doesn’t make sense for me to continue this when my heart is another place.
All my life I’ve dreamed of being someone special, someone important. I dreamt I’d find true love and we’d take the world by storm. Our hopes and dreams would shape the young and it’d be something they looked up to. When I was little I was constantly on the computer editing animated music videos and I would always have family members telling me I’d grow up to be rich…. Fast forward 15 years and I was met with a much harsher reality….
Nothing is easy and everyone is only looking out for themselves. Jobs only hire their friends or people of a different ethnicity or gender to appear “fair.” Love isn’t what I thought it would be either, people lie and cheat. Most women are attracted to the alpha male archetype, which if you know me, I clearly am not.
People are also batshit crazy, religion is nuts and adults are just as lost and confused as I was growing up. No one has all the answers and there is always someone trying to take advantage of the innocent. My point is, life isn’t what I expected it to be.
So what do people do about it? Absolutely nothing. Sure there are some people who what change and they talk about it. But, what really becomes of who we wanted to be when we crash against adulthood? What happened to everyone’s inner child who just wanted to have fun and would daydream about the way things should be? We get so caught up in life and before we know it we’re caught in a cycle of never ending disappointment. At least from my inconsequential little viewpoint it’s always disappointing. That’s why I tend to take nothing seriously anymore. I imagine how something like a past due car payment would effect me as a kid, I simply wouldn’t care. What matters to me is the dreams we had and how difficult it is, in this harsh adult world to make them come true. Don’t forget who you were and what you held dear. Deep down everything you cared about still matters, when you were innocent life had endless possibilities. So let’s all be kids again.
