We went to a hockey yesterday.
If was the perfect excuse for me to buy a foam finger, pretend I’m angry when the New York Rangers scored and keep on fixing my hair in case the kiss cam would record towards us.
The atmosphere is amazing and even though I am not a big sport’s fan, ice hockey is quite amusing to watch.
For Jasper it was the same type of exciting, however, mixed with a “I never made it to my childhood dream” look in his eyes.
One day, meanwhile looking through pictures of him as a young boy on skates, he told me that his dream has always been playing in the NHL competition.
Instead now, he works a, what I consider a boring, office job and goes on a weekly hockey training within the season.
Somewhere along the way our childhood dreams get interrupted.
Maybe you lost motivation.
Maybe your parents advised you that that boring office job would at least make you financially stable.
Maybe the society is to blame.
My entire childhood revolved around chess.
It seemed like the one thing in life where I was doing better than my classmates, who didn’t think much of me anyways.
My chess teacher was extremely supportive and I worked hard.
Until the teenage years hit me.
People around me convinced me chess wasn’t cool enough.
Apparently back then I was easily influenced by the opinion of others and I quit.
A friend of mine always wanted to be a teacher.
She finished her degree and eventually, after some search, actually got a teaching job.
She fulfilled her childhood dream and every day she goes with passion and enthusiasm to her job.
The only downside is that teachers get quite a bit underpaid and she barely gets by each month.
Is it foolish to dream about something which most likely won’t happen?
To imagine a life you will never have?
Or to reach that dream, but not be financially comfortable?
What were your childhood dreams? Did you reach them?