What could have been, it’s a something we all crave, it’s that moment where we escape reality and just think of what we would like to happen, what we all imagine and daydream about before waking up back to reality.
As humans, we tend to getaway from life for at least a few minutes a day, but why is that, is reality so bad? Or are we just not satisfied with our lives and how we live. I mean dictionaries define daydreaming as; “a series of pleasant thoughts that distract one’s attention from the present.” But why is that, why do need to distract ourselves, is life that dull?
I myself believe it’s an escape, and I accept that, because in a sense, I sometimes find my dream farfetched and unlikely. So using the powerful tool that god has given me, my mind, I have chosen to live for a few minutes within a universe that makes me smile brightly and forget about life’s regular snags.
Artistic and original ideas that could be the change we need in our lives, if take these risks, we might see life in a new light, like a new lenses.
If it’s the person we have crush on, or that new hobby we want to try, or just maybe something as simple an item on our shopping bag, why do we always postpone what we want when we know it could make us happier even if its only for a moment.
As I sit here, One month prior to my high school graduation, I find myself thinking that I might have jumped the gun with choosing to major in Film.
The closer I get, the scarier it is, about 80% of people I know are telling me to choose a major that could provide me with a well paying job. Now that is a good option if I can accept living my whole life sitting in a desk job, contemplating on what could have been.
I’m not a realist, far from it actually, I live in the idea of me doing what I love and being successful, but why is that such a bad thing, I mean shouldn’t we do something we love instead of what others think, what about all the high school/college dropouts who made a living out of a hobby, why do we always look down on people who create an option instead of taking the easy way out.
I’m writing this because writing releases my tension, because today, three months after choosing to major in something I like, I’m being told to choose the safe option. If you think about it, aren’t the ones who stray find success?
What’s making this so much harder is the fact that I’m born in between old and new, the generation that will change all, the ones who are helping break the cultural barriers that sometimes hold us back.
It’s a scary choice, to choose between your cultural beliefs or new ideals, should I follow or should I stray to find my way?
What would you do?