Dis-illusion

When I was a teenager, I read in a novel in which the main character felt enormous sadness and regret upon realizing that he will never land on the cover of the Time Magazine. For some reason that resonated.

This idea and the feelings associated with it haunted me for years. But now I’m starting to see that being on the cover of that magazine, or any magazine for that matter, wasn’t even my dream in the first place!! Just an idea planted in a fertile soil of a teenage mind - that’s all it was.

Some of us are born to scale, some are not. Some will be on the covers, some won’t. But the scale and the covers don’t matter. What does is that I am authentic in everything I’m doing and I do it because I love it. And not because I want to decorate a cover of some bi-weekly magazine.

So today, I’m leaving this “dream” that wasn’t mine to begin with. I’m moving on. Figuring out what really is the ultimate dream is not an easy task, but worth doing more than anything. My dream may be of a much smaller scale than the Time, but it will be uniquely mine.

And surely much more fun.