...the title was inspired by Journey now playing on Oprah.
When I was younger I had many dreams. They varied between what I wanted to be to places I wanted to visit and things I wanted to have. Looking back I’ve accomplished many of them, either by travelling or getting things for myself.
Being the only child I was spoiled, but I also taught discipline. I had to work in order to get something. My parents believed in hard work and for me to appreciate the things I had. I think they were right. When I was a teen I long for a compact sound system (radio, tape deck and turn table all in one). I would often remind my parents about it. My father’s usual answer was always to ask me if I “really” thought I deserved it. I would come up with different answers, which he would refute with more arguments, and questions to a point where I felt that maybe I didn’t deserve it or even worst, maybe I didn’t really want it. I, not only, had to physically work for it but also mentally do so. It made me realise how bad I did want something or not, and what I was willing to sacrifice to get it.
When (and if) I would get it, I was beyond myself. I would take care of it and cherish it. I appreciated it. My father’s way was a little cruel, but it did make me aware of the work involve in order to get something. I knew I had something to do other than just ask and wait for it to pop up. It was not owed to me in anyway; I had to deserve it, but most of all I had to really want it. I guess I had to have faith.
Is there still faith out in today’s world? I wonder about that. Oh, we do believe in the power of money, and instant gratification, but do we still have dreams? I don’t think so. Many people lack ambition, or simply are not willing to put in the effort. Or is it because they expect it, as if it is owed to them? What do you think?