Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Daring to Dream

Capabilities. Just very recently, I've been questioning my own capabilities.
Whether I can make the right choices for the next year or not.
Whether I can actually do something right or not.
Whether I can follow through on whatever I finally decide to choose (if I ever do- which seems highly unlikely at this point in time). But really I wonder if these doubts come from what I think, or from the influence of what those around me think.
Ever since we were all just wee little monsters running around terrorizing our family members (in my case they would be my siblings), we've never had a problem dreaming. Think about it, just for a second. When you were younger I'm willing to bet that you came up with the weirdest games from pretending you were one of the elite power rangers saving the world from some unknown threat, to swimming in the pool and acting like you were a mermaid. No, we've never had a problem dreaming. Sadly we grew up. What happened to the imagination that ran wild back in those days? It doesn't just go away. We used to think that absolutely anything was possible! So why do we have such trouble accepting that same notion today?
It occurs to me that all the while I've been writing 'we' when that might not necessarily be true for you. Its true for me so just play along for a while.
Why is it that if some random 17 year old girl in, I don't know, Timbuktu for example, went to her parents and told them with a clear mind and a determined heart that she wanted to become a neurosurgeon, she would accept it with barely a qualm if they were to tell her she should stop being ridiculous? That it's an impossible dream and that barely anyone would get that far in life?
What happened to our ability to see that anything is possible?
I think that in growing up, so many of us have lost it; thinking to ourselves that we should be more sensible and practical when the opposite is true. There are times when it would do us a great service to be less sensible and less practical. I think that many of us- okay wait. I'll say this in the first person to keep from insulting anyone. I think that there is a lot I can learn from my younger self. Not only myself but from any kid.
Some of you are probably wondering why on earth I'm rambling on about such a random topic, but for me it isn't random, because it's what's been circling around in my head for the last couple days, and why I've decided to take a leap of faith.
For a loooong time now, I've wanted to start writing. About what, I'm not sure yet. But I never thought I could really be any good. That's what I kept telling myself. "There are millions of people out there who can write, why would anyone be interested in what you do, especially since you probably aren't that good in the first place?" Last night I decided, "Well I'll never know unless I try." So in the end, if you do decide to follow this blog, I warn you: I'm probably going to write about the most random things you can possibly think of and can only hope that you enjoy reading about them as much as I think I'm going to enjoy writing about them.
I'm going to ask you to please leave comments and criticisms as well as any idea's you have regarding how I do write or what you'd like to read about. I can only hope that you enjoy.
So this is me and I welcome you to take part in my new blog about life and just about everything else, Organized Confusion.

1 comment:

  1. As always, I'm very proud to be the first to comment, continuing the same tradition as there was for the last blog.
    I must say this post reminds me an awful lot of a story we had learned in English with the ever-popular Z-va, now if only I could remember what it was called... The story is about a man, who as a child could never quite grasp the concept of an idiom. He freaked out when he heard that someone was crying her heart out, and thought that a skeleton key only opens the door to a haunted house. As he grew up he began to lose his wild imagination, until there was nothing more than flashes of it flying through his brain, remnants of what was once a very colorful and vibrant one.
    Dear God, now who's rambling? Your imagination is just fine, I for one think that losing part of the craziness is necessary for us to function in society without seeming like we've lost our mind. A certain amount of realism is important, otherwise we're no different than those who haven't had the chance to grow up.
    Had our imaginations stayed that wild, we would not be able to come up with achievable goals, therefor considering anything short of them to be a failure, and never being able to appreciate what we have accomplished, for the simple fact that it does not measure up to everything we had wished to be back when our imagination was still unstoppable.
    I think what we need to have more of is ambition, not imagination. If we believe in ourselves half as much as we believed that the term 'impossible' was nothing more than a speed bump, we can make up for all that we've lost over the years, and find that maybe we can make it out of Timbuktu and be doctors, maybe we can start a blog.
    Don't tell yourself that your imagination is lost, thought it is probably true there's no value to it. You can still pretend to be a mermaid, but I think you'll find that it doesn't entertain you as much as it used to. Set your mind to wild, yet achievable things, and you'll do just fine for yourself, so long as you don't let the fear of success or failure stop you.
    I love your writing, and I will read whatever you write here, I hope you know that (: