Someone once told me that if you woke up everyday and went to sleep every night for the rest of your life and couldn’t think of nothing but writing, it’s pretty safe to say that you were meant to be a writer. Taking the same thing into perspective, if I woke up everyday for as long as I shall live and wanted nothing else but to work on cancer, I’m better off being an oncologist. It does make you wonder what do prostitutes think about the moment they wake up though.
Unfortunately, I don’t wake up every morning thinking about cancer or sex…just some days. Some other days I wake up wanting to be the captain of my own ship going where no man has gone before. I know it is pretty hard to get your hands on one of those new fangled faster than light space ships these days but you can’t blame a guy for trying.
The point really is that throughout my life, people always think that I have a pretty confidant air around me that I know exactly what I want. After all, when you’re willing to endure peptic ulcers to reach the end of your goal because you know you want it, that kinda speaks of determination in volumes. It’s hard to think of anyone willing to go through that when they aren’t goal orientated.
Truth is, as much as I know what I want within arms reach, the rest of my life like the rest of us, is a fuzzy cloud of uncertainty. There isn’t much to say about what or how I see myself within the next 20-30 years much less have an absolute surefire plan on how to get there. I may have had it once, but who didn’t when they thought they could do anything with the world?
Then again, the world has its ways of changing your own perspectives and while some things may not always go according to plan, at the end of the day you’re left with your own sense of self expectations for the future. Your dreams and hopes that one day you will reach out and touch the dreams that you always held up high. Maybe in my case, at the end of all that’s said and done, it isn’t just about curing cancer, racing to the stars or singing my heart out in front of millions of screaming fans. Maybe in all my years of twilight desires, all I wanted to do was to change the world and put my foot down on epitome of history as a simple person who stood up for what he believed and made a difference from it.
Maybe all I ever wake up and go to bed with is the hopes that I can make the extraordinary out of the ordinary. Maybe that doesn’t need much of a dedicated career to accomplish that. Maybe what I need is to keep on going with what I can do and at the end of it see how far I’ve gone from when I first opened my eyes.