Sunday, January 22, 2012

Travelling Dream

I definitely believe that there is a time when dreams may do you more harm than good. My proof is first-hand - the judgement raised by my complete lack of being able to keep my wandering mind in check.

I have so many dreams that it has become a daily obstacle for my, well, reality. It's the kind of thing you see people in movies getting into trouble for when they stare off idly into space...except that I'm not in the middle of a romantic fantasy (usually). It's more of a Romantic fantasy.

I want to get out of here. (Okay, bare with me. I don't mean it in the teenage rebellion way). I mean I want to see the world outside of the States. Granted, I have seen most the states in the continental United States; but here it's all so similar in culture and wealth. I want to live in lands completely foreign to my own, and make a career of somehow cataloging all of it so I can use work as an excuse to travel. Surely this is a universal dream - and totally cliche - but I think, for me, writing while continually on the road to discover and gain more inspiration from new sights is the way I would like to spend my life, post-university.

The harm, as I mentioned initially, is all of the hypothetical sort. I could miss out on so much, always being on the move. I'd have to abandon so much interaction and possibly miss out on meeting and keeping daily communication with so many people.

After a while it seems more like a recluse's life. But this has been the kind of lifestyle I have repeatedly dreamed and day-dreamed about for the past four years.

Maybe it will leave me or maybe not. I hope to find out before I'm truly independent; I'd like to keep these childish dreams alive.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Prodigies and Fame

Talking with a friend of mine lately I realized how normal it is for people not to feel accomplished. Clearly this isn't news - it's something we see abundantly repeated in television, mostly when characters are being portrayed as reaching a mid-life crisis. The character lists off what they always wanted to do in life, proceeding to do or buy something compulsively once they realized they could no longer attain those goals or fulfill those old expectations.

But what I've noticed is that becoming famous or being recognized for your talents has become - nowadays - more desirable at a younger age. I think as we are being further surrounded by the kinds of stars that start their careers so young (i.e. Adele, Dakota Fanning, Justin Bieber, etc.) we have the impression that if we don't hurry up and do something great early on, there won't be the shock and awe factor that claims the publics' attention. And it's with this impression that my friend mentioned made her feel unaccomplished, when in truth she still has her whole life ahead - loads of time to actually perfect her talent.

What I can say about modern media is that it really is all about uniqueness: and age is only one factor. If all anyone can say about you and your talents is that you're so young! then you won't be headlining for long.

Take the time to enjoy life and whatever talent it is from which you expect to gain a wide-range fan base. Later, you will be thankful you don't have any mediocre work nationally out on display from your "prodigy" days.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Coffee and Adulthood

Despite the fact that I've been the United States' definition of an adult for over half a year now, I knew I wouldn't consider myself one until I did a specific something.

When I was younger, I told myself if I ever started drinking coffee, I'd know that I'd finally breached that milestone from childhood to adulthood. My logic behind this comes from my long childhood of watching both parents indulge in daily cups of (always black) coffee. A few times I'd inquire of my parents and those around me why on God's green Earth do you drink this putrid stuff? It tastes like tar. And the answer was always the same: It's good; you just have to acquire a taste for it. And one of those days I realized it must have just been another thing I would understand when I was an adult.

And here I am, sitting happily with a cup of black coffee beside my laptop.

Welcome to Adulthood.