So, my coworker-homie dropped a think bomb on me, today. It came totally out of left field for me and really got me re-evaluating my life. That wasn’t her intent, I’m sure, but that’s what happened.
Here’s how it went:
I must have looked rather busy at my desk at work, planning for the upcoming months. She was standing behind me, noshing on her lunchable munchables. Innocently, she asked me if she could ask me a sorta personal, possibly distracting question. Me, always ready and willing to be distracted from boring busy work and intrigued anytime anyone wants to ask me (of all people) a personal question, I turned around to face her. I was all ears and eyes.
She recounted a statement that was made by a former class teacher of hers. She recently stopped taking music lessons, after many years of taking those lessons. In what I assumed to be an effort of regaining her business, her former teacher reached out to her to ensure that she was quite done taking those music classes and didn’t have a change of heart. When she assured her former teacher that she was indeed done taking music classes, the teacher wished her the best in “achieving her dreams”.
That final farewell gave her pause. Because she knew for sure that playing piano was not her dream, it was just something that she liked to do at the the time. now it was something she did do for a very long time, but it still wasn’t her dream.
That’s when she pondered: what exactly IS my dream? Do I even have one?
She asked her mom if she had any dreams and she didn’t seem to , either.
Which led her to asking me about my dreams. Its well known that I have more than a little interest in personal finance and real estate. Its quite obvious that I want to be financially independent. I ask everyone that I’m cool with at least one personal finance question, at some point. Unless I don’t like you like that…
However, in spite of her knowing these things about me, she still wanted to know if I had any actual dreams.
Because in all honesty, isn’t everything we want and strive for just a plan?
And that’s when the think bomb dropped on my head. I asked her if she even knows how deep her question really was. Of course, she had no idea.
It took me a a few minutes to go over her simple yet profound question, in my head.
I mean, DO I have any dreams? Honestly? Or is everything I’m striving for just a moderately executed plan? Would I be doing the things that I do if I didn’t HAVE to???
If I didn’t have to work, I most likely wouldn’t.
So, what would I be doing instead?
What do I give a fuck about?
I have yet to figure it out. But, now I want to. I want to figure out what makes me tick..what drives me. What am I truly passionate about? What are my dreams?
I guess I will let you know when I find out!
Meanwhile, what are your dreams? Are they really dreams or just a plan or something to do? What do you really give a fuck about? Let me know in the comments!