Remember when we were very little, people will always ask us “what do you want to be when you grow up?”
And always, the answer would come out to be something like being president, or the firefighter, or a super star, etc.
And remember as we enter adolescence, although our dreams become more “realistic,” we still have momentum in giving our best shot, and hoping for the best. And every time we fall, we always seem to find that strangely undying courage in us to carry on again. Believing that as long as we give 100%, we will one day receive 100%.
Now, as we approach early adulthood, not only do we lose sight of our dreams, we lost sight of our momentum, our valour, our confidence. And the future seems nothing but mysterious and bleak. Doubting our own competence, doubting others’ motives, dipping our toes into the vast bottomless ocean that is society, and instantly jolting back because of the chill it gave us. We become scared. Scared of what is outside, and scared of what is no longer inside. It’s a funny concept, that as we grow, we actually become more scared, not less.
Lately, I’ve experienced a lot of unintended discouragement about my future. People telling me that making a living is not nearly as easy as it seems. Others telling me not to trust people too easily or the fool will be no other but myself. I’ve got people calling me an idiot for regarding love/marriage so simply and straightforwardly. And then there are those telling me to not even delve into the present because nothing is forever, and everything can change…
As much as all that advice is stated out of “love,” as sober as it is to think twice about absolutely everything, and as wise as it is to always have Plans B, C, D, E, Z, it is all very exhausting and wasteful to live every single frigging day worrying about what’s essentially nothing – I mean, making a living comes with time, other people have yet to disrespect my trust, love hasn’t failed me at all thus far, and the future, well, who the hell ever knows for certain what the future holds. I just feel like all they’re really telling me is how to push myself into a corner, hyperventilating about what no one knows will happen or not.
So I need to find that momentum again, the momentum that makes me want to be the president one day.
I believe that, whether you “prepare” for future hardships or not, you’re bound to experience some of them eventually. The fact is, hardship is simply a part of life; without the downs, there would be no balance, life would not be complete. But if you travel along the way with a simple and light heart, not only will you be able to deal with all the calamities but you are less distracted, and more focused on what you want to achieve.
I know this is all very counterintuitive because we’ve always been taught to “think and then act” but sometimes, sometimes you just gotta take the leap first and deal with obstacles as they come later.
I don’t know, perhaps I’m wrong. But I haven’t felt like I want to be a superwoman in a very long time, and not only is this rush of adrenalin making me nostalgic, but it has given me a boost like no other before.
Until next time.