I Dreamed a Dream [GCN-11]
Remember what it was like to be a child and to be so excited about what the future held?
Nothing was out of the picture, and the options were limitless.
Astronaut? You bet.
NBA player? Why not.
Millionaire? Of course.
Scuba diver? Every morning.
Rock star? By the age of 18.
You want it, you got it.
Hot Damn! The world was your oyster, and you were going to eat the hell out of it.
WTF?
Then it happened.
Days went by…
Weeks went by…
Years went by.
You forgot about it until you forgot about it. Suddenly, panic hits and you realize you’re way off course, and something just doesn’t look right.
You replaced play with work.
You replaced eagerness with procrastination.
You replaced hope with doubt.
Pleasure with pain.
The sandbox
I talked about this in a soon to be released episode of Blogger Beats, but the gist of it is that at some point, we traded the sandbox for the lunchbox.
We gave up our claims on the world because it was inconvenient to our sub-average and mediocre livelihoods.
In my case, I couldn’t look my wife in the eye because I was ashamed of what I’d become. I was unemployable, but kept going back for more.
My family told me I should get real, and I learned to agree with them for the good of the world.
What I didn’t realize was that they were keeping me down because they didn’t realize I could rise above the fray. They’d never seen an eagle fly, and they were afraid that in my “delusions,” that I’d get hurt. They were trying to protect me.
Stop protecting and start throwing people out of the nest
I’m not going to hate on my family, because…well…they’re my family.
What I am going to hate on is the idea that we have to protect each other from getting hurt.
No. We don’t.
Getting hurt is important. It builds resolve and it teaches us that even though things go wrong, the very act of getting back up one more time is enough to separate us from the rest of the pack.
You push a bird out of the nest and it either dies or learns to fly. Dying sucks, but it’s better than living a life without flight.
The same is true of us. Having our dreams crushed hurts like hell. We do die inside, but at least then we know. It’s much better than wishing we’d tried.
On the flipside, if we learn to fly…aw hell baby…it’s on!
We just need to watch one person fly and then we’re off.
Just imagine seeing a friend fly like Neo did in the Matrix…you’d change your mind about flying wouldn’t you?
We need people to get back in the sandbox and make some shit happen. Show us that it’s OK to dream again.
That’s what I charge you with. Not just getting back to the sandbox, but making a MF’ing kick-ass sandcastle and then swan diving off and then flying into the air at the last minute to ooh’s and aaahhhh’s.
I charge you with the task of teaching people that it’s OK to dream, and that it’s OK to claim your destiny.
We’ve got enough workers. We need more dreamers.
Can I count on you?
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