If you could choose a path for yourself, that you would choose without thought of money or concern of loved ones, etc. what would you choose your life to be? it sounds cliche but i guess im just curious to see what people have to say.. yknow, like not just profession or whatever, i mean like what you wanted your life to be like as a kid or whatever. you get my point.
I always wanted my life to be an adventure. not so much the romantic hackneyed adventures, but like a crazy story all my own. i just love danger and meeting other individuals, and exploring! i just dont like the redundant lifestyle.. i just want to wander and make my life my own.
looking back so far only being 18 years old, ive done pretty damn well at accomplishing that dream. ive seen and done alot of shit compared to other 18 year olds, and theres more to come (quite soon as well!)
so i feel as though ive stuck to my guns so far. and i will continue to, its just hard when you value opinoins of loved ones and you cant help but question yourself here and there. i really have no plan for future at all, im just wanna live, however it feels right.
sorry that got real long, you get the point.
OK, Evan...let me see...
I used to grow up in a district village where we'll have abundant of kids playing kites, stealing eggs, catching grasshoppers and the fish pond and also listening to old folks stories - they told of those typical Chinese ghost stories hidden under the mango trees...hahaha! (enough)
Maybe that kind of environment explained why I prefer to go anywhere, in chinese's say: as long as there are road. If were asked of which stage I prefer to have in my dream? The picture would be like this:
A winged angel (I am very very much influenced of English Children Literature) with a bag of stars hanging behind me, the scene below me was a green prairie and a big lake. There was one wooden fishing boat at the centre of the lake which I could see clearly as my grannie was lighting the red lantern up.
That's my winning painting during primary school...hehehe. Like you've said, anywhere the wings bring me...
The wandering minds are floating...
I've had a similar lust for adventure. When "growing up" (I use that term losely) I always thought of exploring the stars, going to a distant planet and looking back on earth.
It wasn't until later I soon realised one needs to have excellent grades, scientific or military background, and the luck of getting picked over 10,000 other applicants a year.
It then came to me over time that being on a great adventure, meeting new people and having the time of your life is not determined by where you are, in or out of the world. Life is the adventure. Where you are right now is the important place, not where you will be.
It now my goal to learn more of where I am. As it was I knew more of the Altai mountains than I did my own backyard. I will change this.
As far as family, friends, loved ones, and close relations are concerned; the best way to make your leaving and adventuring easier on you and them is to include them. Send letters or update an online journal. This vast world is o' so small.
If I could have my dream it would be to travel the world as part of an orchestra. That's what my heart's strongest desire is - to play music with other people. I feel I've left it too late to start now. It's all I've ever wanted to do really. I feel most alive when I'm sitting near the orchestra pit at an opera or listening to the orchestra tuning up on stage. There's such a sense of expectation and possibility in those moments and in the hush before the first notes are played.
Anyway, maybe it will happen some day. Who knows! But in the meantime, I'm going to do the next best thing and travel the world with my backpack for a while and maybe write about my adventures.
A great question to ask, but a difficult one to answer.
Whatever life we lead is a compromise. We only have one childhood, one period in our 20's etc. and so if you choose a certain path in these times then you are missing out on other paths.
There are too many things to experience in one life.
When I was a kid I wanted to be an artist. I remember writing that every year in my keepsake book, but I don't think I really knew what it meant. My favourite subject in school was art class, so I suppose I just wanted to be creative and use my imagination.
Later on I grew to love composition days in English class for much the same reasons. I got to sit with a pen and blank paper and free reign to write what I wanted, knowing it was going to be read.
I'm a copywriter now, so I get to write for a living. But to be able to write what I feel, and to be free to go out and find things that inspire me... that would be my dream.
i got faith in ya tina!
i appreciate the honesty everybody, keep it comin!
I wanted to be a "cowboy" when I was very young. I thought cattle drives would be the best job in the world - riding horses, sleeping under the stars, making sure the cows were safe at night... (Blame Roy Rogers, Gene Aurty, Hopalong Cassidy and Sky King.) But, as I grew older, I realized that "cowboys" were becoming a thing of the past and my interests changed. I got hooked on writing in junior high school and with the Viet Nam War part of daily life, I thought about pursuing a political science career - one that would combine writing and politics. But, my parents had other ideas. And since I had been a very "wayward and rebellious" child (in their eyes), they threatened to send me to every military, religious, and correctional school on the planet. I backed down to keep the peace. I ended up becoming a veterinary technician because my parents thought I would do well working with animals. Ultimately, they were right - but I also feel I would have done well at whatever career I may have pursued.
I still wish I would have made my own choice, made my own way, and been a whole lot more rebellious earlier on. And I still want to be a cowboy. I may not have traveled to far-away places, but have traveled great distances within myself. I can live with the way things have turned out. I'm good at what I do, happy with my life, and am far from the my journey's end.
I have somewhat of a weird one. I love to build and to create. I love the feeling of seeing something take shape from an idea in my head. I also love the whole process of working on all the bits and pieces that come together to make the whole. As a child the ONLY toy I wanted was LEGO because I could build whatever I wanted. As I grew older I got on to bigger toys My dream, which I sort of live already is to build things. Lucky for me I come from an entire family of engineers so it wasn't all that difficult to convince them this is what I wanted to do.
But becareful about dreams. Sometimes the reality is much different than the dream. Also, sometimes the path to the dream is long and difficult requiring many sacrifices. I had to learn that lesson the hard way. Was it worth it? While there are parts of the dream I could do without, I still can't imagine myself doing anything else.
I'm with you Evan. . .I guess when I was younger I just hoped that my life would amount to something interesting and exciting rather than the white picket fence and house in the burbs. I grew up listening to a lot of Jimmy Buffet (kind of cheesy, but hey) and I would dream about sailing around the world meeting all kinds of kooky people and getting into all sorts of interesting situations (even if that involved danger or trouble). But, unfortunatley, there isn't a huge market for pirates or explorers in the employ of the King, so I've been reduced to working a "real job" intermittedly between traveling and what I consider "real life".