Oh yea found a really telling story couple of weeks ago. Cant find the source anymore, just saved the most important part of the story. This is what happens if you trade away your dreams,passion and life. Hi, I my names John. Ive been lurking for a while, but Ive finally made an account to post this. I need to get my life off my chest. About me. Im a 46 year old banker and I have been living my whole life the opposite of how I wanted. All my dreams, my passion, gone. In a steady 9-7 job. 6 days a week. For 26 years. I repeatedly chose the safe path for everything, which eventually changed who I was. Today I found out my wife has been cheating on me for the last 10 years. My son feels nothing for me. I realised I missed my fathers funeral FOR NOTHING. I didnt complete my novel, travelling the world, helping the homeless. All these things I thought I knew to be a certainty about myself when i was in my late teens and early twenties. If my younger self had met me today, I would have punched myself in the face Ill get to how those dreams were crushed soon. Lets start with a description of me when I was 20. It seemed only yesterday when I was sure I was going to change the world. People loved me, and I loved people. I was innovative, creative, spontaneous, risk-taking and great with people. I had two dreams. The first, was writing a utopic/dystopic book. The second, was travelling the world and helping the poor and homeless. I had been dating my wife for four years by then. Young love. She loved my spontaneity, my energy, my ability to make people laugh and feel loved. I knew my book was going to change the world. I would show the perspective of the bad and the twisted, showing my viewers that everybody thinks differently, that people never think what the do is wrong. I was 70 pages through when i was 20. I am still 70 pages in, at 46. By 20, I had backpacking around New Zealand and the Phillipines. I planned to do all of Asia, then Europe, then America (I live in Australia by the way). To date, I have only been to New Zealand and the Phillipines. Now, we get to where it all went wrong. My biggest regrets. I was 20. I was the only child. I needed to be stable. Pay the price of discipline or pay the price of regret but either way u have to pay.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 20:24:15 +0000
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