I ran across this quote by Tom Clancy the other day while reading a book on how to get a literary agent, and I have decided to devote a post to it. Dreams come in various forms. Some people dream of riches, adventures, and fame; others dream of paying off their credit cards before they retire. I would guess that given the opportunity, many of us would strive to make our community a better place to live.
Whatever the dreams one has, they are important. Dreams give us the one thing we all need to survive: hope. What are some of your dreams? Have your dreams changed over the years? Mine have. And, I’d like to share them with you in the hopes that you will at the very least find them entertaining. Perhaps, you would like to share some of your dreams, too.
When I was a little kid, I dreamed of being two things: an astronaut and a veterinarian. Well, the first dream is floating somewhere in outer space, and allergies blocked my dream of doctoring non-human animals. So, since I wasn’t allergic to people, although I think people with schizophrenia tend to be, I decided to try to become a medical doctor. I chose this career path for several reasons, some altruistic some selfish. Here a few of the reasons that come to mind:
- Social prestige and power. Beginning in middle school and throughout my high school and college careers, I lacked these two things. I believed that I would gain those by working as an MD. It’s a good thing I didn’t become a doctor because this was probably the #1 reason for my choosing this profession. Pretty sure I would have had the “God Complex.”
- Money. Money brings a lot with it, including social prestige and power (at least in some cases). I wanted to live wealthy and enjoy the luxuries that money affords people. I neglected to take into account the pitfalls that money can bring. Again, not the best reason for wanting to become a doctor.
- To help people. From an early age, I felt compassion toward those creatures (human and non-human) who were hurting. Although this ranks third on my list, I think it is a close third. Social prestige and power and money would have been the driving force behind me becoming an MD; helping people may have been the factor that would have kept me going in that profession.
But, as is the case with many dreams, my dream of becoming a medical doctor changed. Why? The obvious reason is that my illness worsened. The not-so-obvious reason is that I had spent so many years studying biology and chemistry that by the time I graduated from college, I was a bit worn out with the sciences. Perhaps, regardless of my disorder, I would have chosen a different career path.
And, that leads me to the obvious question: What are my dreams now? My #1 Dream is to have a relatively happy family and to raise my daughter in the best way I know how. As for a career, I think writing and public speaking have chosen me rather than my choosing them. They are the only things I know how to do…the only things I feel comfortable doing. Will it work out long-term? Maybe. Maybe not. And, if you ask me ten years from now what my dreams are, I’ll probably have a different answer. One constant remains, however. I’d like to leave this world a better place than when I arrived.
What are some of your dreams?