When you ask me what my dreams are, I know you are expecting me to say things like I want to travel the world, or I want to save the world, I want to change societies or I want to save him.
But would it be okay if I could share with you what I really want?
I want the lightness of my heart, the peace of my mind and the sparkle in my eyes intact. And I know I can but donât need to do the above to achieve this.
It can be achieved by simple things like ice cream on sunny days and 30 minute long conversations with the bookshop owner, an old man, who has more knowledge than anyone Iâve ever met.
I know Iâm smart and I know every teacher thought I would achieve great success but I donât want to run behind your idea of success. If you think success will lead to happiness, then what you really want is happiness, not success.
Maybe I donât need to travel all the countries in the world. Maybe I will be satisfied with the 7-8 on my list. Maybe I donât need to dedicate my life to social work. Maybe helping strangers in all the tiny ways I can is enough. Maybe I donât need to save him by sacrificing my dreams. Maybe giving up a few hours to listen to how he feels is enough.
I know Iâm capable of so much more. Iâve been told. But what if achieving my âfull potentialâ isnât my dream? What if lying in the grass with my mom watching the stars while listening to our favourite songs is?
What if surrounded by typewritten papers containing details of worlds that Iâve created, books marked with too many notes on them and rainy days with good coffee is my dream?
I know everybody wants me to constantly be doing the things they see as facilitators of success and a good life, and I know they mean well, but Iâm already living a good life. Iâm already happy. And to me that is enough. And to me Iâm enough.
@creatingnikki
