When I was younger I wanted to be a nurse under the influence of my grandaunt who was one. I was tempted by the multiple beautiful uniforms she had. That dream became impossible when I realised I was terrified of blood. Seeing blood just made me cringe. It made my hairs stand and my body shiver. Oh well, I moved on.
I was an avid Sweet Valley fan. So much so that I wanted to be an author. I began writing stories and diaries which I kept for some time until I decided that I was not cut out to be an author.
Then the dreaming stopped. I just didn't have an inclination towards anything.
How many of us are truly happy with what we're doing with our life? How many of us are living the dream? Life is full of trade-offs. For money, experience or what's not, we will give up what we truly want.
As complicated as it already is, I realised after listening to the beatles song that I just want to be a paperback writer. It could be my bread and butter. It could be my life. It might seem like a spur of the moment thought but it was a thought full of passion and hope.
I'd better get back to my work. This dreaming is taking far too long.
