Everyone has dreams. Goals, aspirations, ambitions, whatever you want to call it, there is some sort of passion seeded in everyone. Right?
I suppose I cannot speak for everyone.
As for me, I have trouble defining what any of those things are for me. I can’t quite put my finger on the force that drives me. Something inside me moves me to be discontent with everything I do.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy with life in general. I love my girlfriend and my family. I’m grateful for the experiences I’ve had and the things I have earned and accumulated. Though, admittedly, life isn’t about getting stuff.
Then there’s the fact that since I do love my girl I should strive to give her the best of everything. And since I love my family, I should make them proud and become the best person I can be.
I don’t really believe anyone owes anyone anything specifically. However, I do believe we all owe it to ourselves and the human race as a whole to give each other our best.
And there lies the problem.
I haven’t achieved anything.
But, something keeps me going, as if there’s something specific I need to do.
And I don’t believe in being called to do a specific task.
I think that for the most part I can do whatever I want. But, whatever it ends up being, I want to do it better than anyone.
Maybe that sounds arrogant. But, that’s how I feel.
Back to the fact that everyone has dreams… if that is true, is it plausible for everyone to achieve those goals?
Is the only real limit that which we impose on ourselves?
To am extent our environment must play some sort of role in that. There are always opposing forces.
I’d like to believe we can always overcome any obstacle in our path, but at some point your obstacle might be me, and I’m not going to budge. What happens then?
Maybe there’s not room here for everyone.