Lives of Dreams and Wishful Thinking

What do we dream of? What do we hope for, in life? What do we visualize, as the futures we want to create?

No matter how careful our planning, and how intensive and focused our intent, so often what we "thought" and "wished" ends up not coming true.

It's not that unusual for someone to quietly return to their corner of life and rationalize that their original ideas were little more than "irrational dreams and wishful thinking."

Perhaps that leads us to a place of "conforming" to societal needs while neglecting our own authenticity. We take a "normal" job we don't actually like, simply because we feel like there is no other way to get by.

In retrospect, I often have felt a certain pride at the fact that I chose to be independent and work mostly for myself, allowing me to do the things I believed in, as my work.

Of course, when I sit down and take a somewhat "objective inventory" of my life I also have to admit that while I have done well at sticking to what I believed in, what I believed in hasn't managed to serve me particularly well.

Which brings me back to the whole idea of living lives of dreams and wishful thinking.

Sometimes that can be a bit of a bitter pill to swallow because we have to acknowledge that what we think is a great idea isn't what anyone else thinks is a great idea.

Sometimes we lie to ourselves about the reality of situation. The reason that there is no store in town that sells only purple shoes isn't that "nobody has thought of it before," but that there's no market for that.

One of the things I recognize about my life — and I have grown to accept it as part of my reality — is that most things I am really into hold little appeal for 99% of the population, and most "popular" things in the world hold very little appeal for me.

Which actually makes me a singularly poor candidate for making and/or selling anything!

But I still continue charting my own course... even if not very successful at it. Sure, there are times when I feel a bit sad that there are certain things I can't afford, and the bills are a struggle to pay, but I never felt an urge to return to the corporate world, just in service of having a few dollars in my bank account.

Thanks for stopping by, and have a great weekend!

How about you? Have you ever felt like your dreams and desires were just wishful thinking, rather than something tangible and attainable? Leave a comment if you feel so inclined — share your experiences — be part of the conversation!

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