Flying is always the coolest dream. That feeling you get a moment after you jump, and your body catches in the air. The combination of fear, adrenaline and the exhilaration as you relax into it.
A bunch of really cool people whom I admire have been writing about their dreams. They’ve taught me that sharing a dream is powerful. And a little scary. In any case, I feel compelled to have a crack at sharing what I know of mine.
I say what I know because I’ve had many dreams. Some better than others.
Turning seven was a big dream of mine. The first I recall anyway. Not sure why this was such a big dream, but suspect there was a cool kid I looked up to who was seven and figured I’d become cool by virtue of being the same age. I didn’t.
Being a Musketeer, or Maverick from Top Gun being the next two to make an impression. Later I dreamed of being a pro skateboarder; Olympic swimmer; Michael Jordan; fashion designer; music producer; graphic designer.
I had a go at most of those dreams (yep, even Maverick), but the harder I pushed the harder I failed. Often spectacularly.
The up side is trying led me into some cool jobs, gave me unforgettable experiences, and eventually saw me making a modest living freelancing. Here my dream was to make enough money to retire early. I indulged this fantasy frequently until I stumbled upon a tough question: what would I do if money were no object?
After the cliche thoughts of big houses, fast cars and a playboy lifestyle, something far more tangible struck me. I wanted to study philosophy at one of the world’s top universities. That might seem a tad odd to those who don’t know me, but made perfect sense to those who did.
So, I applied for University. One year in I read the Australian National University was one of the world’s top ranked schools for philosophy… Naturally, I packed my bags and moved to from sunny Perth to… Canberra.
A new city (if you can call Canberra a city) meant a bunch of new clients. It was also where I met my wife. During this time I decided to play with some other careers. I took a part time job as a personal trainer. Wrote a monthly column on men’s health and fitness for a Queensland paper. Had a bunch of other stuff published to see what being an academic felt like.
With so much good luck I began wanting more, fulfilling. I’d taken up a second degree in Asian Studies (to have a better look at Eastern philosophy, of course) and it got me thinking about all those people without the same amount of freedom to choose the way I could. “Why not,” I hear you say.
After considering a bunch of government agencies I landed at an international development agency, accepting the job after the first interview question concerned a philosophical paper I’d written rather than professional experience. It was perfect.
A coupe of years on and my dreams have seen my wife and I move to Melbourne. I’m now paid to indulge my passion for online marketing and work with a great team, contributing to something that makes a difference in the world.
What I’ve realised is dreams change based on what makes you happy. Like flying, living life in pursuit of happiness is scary at times, but fear is followed by adrenaline and exhilaration after that.
Flying really is the coolest dream.
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