One of the more rewarding outcome of these 3 Lost Weeks was that it really allows me to take stock of my life. (and here I need to emphasize on the Really) (I’m not kidding).
It’s like being one of those hermits on those mountain tops, where you’re forced to think about the Meaning of Life and try to reach enlightenment by trading loads of sexual jokes with other sexually deprived individuals.
Anyway, I realised that for all my complainings, I’ve not had such a bad life after all. I believe that dollars and cents are not the prime indicators of success in one’s life. Rather, we should take a broader view point of life and accept euros, pounds, whatchamightcallits as well. Haha, I kid.
I recently read that one gauge of success in life is how many of your childhood dreams you’ve managed to attain. Remember those innocent days when nothing seems impossible? When you believed in Santa Claus, the tooth fairy and honest politicians? The theory behind that is that those were the times when your dreams were most pure (literally: Angelina Jolie does not feature in them as much) and hence a better reflection of who you are and what you want to be.
In that stead, I’ve actually been doing quite well.
I’ve performed to standing ovations. Granted, that was for the school band and a bulk of the audience consists of friends and family who will, and here I am just stating the facts, break into wild cheers and applause if someone sneezes on stage. I don’t want to brag but I am gifted with one of the worst sense of rhythm in the entire world (I am sometimes able to go through entire songs without getting any of the beats on cue). And being a professional (looking) percussionist (I wear a blazer and hit stuff), that can cause some amount of distress to the rest of the band. You see, my sense of timing breaks into overdrive when I get excited. Seeing as this happens when a) I’m faced with an audience who is too eager to applaud, b) I need to touch any instrument that is supposed to make music, it wrecks havoc on the songs we play. If it wasn’t for the Stern Looks from the conductor, I’d have driven the band faster and faster with my drum beats until they all keel over and die from lack of oxygen. And I would’ve still continue on, oblivious… So, you can see, standards for standing ovations were not that high (come to think of it, they gave us a standing ovation BEFORE we started performing), but I don’t care, that was one childhood dream fulfilled.
I’ve participated competitively in sports and won medals (fine, medal). Not bad for someone who’s main source of daily exercise(here I am talking about particularly strenuous days) is running away from people who are trying to make me exercise.
I’ve made a film (really!)
I’ve eaten bak chor mee (literally: the most awesome food in the world) at a roadside stall with a girl I love.
I’ve sailed around the world! (Fine! Halfway around the world). I was particularly specific about the sailing part. And through that I’ve seen sights and done things I would never have attempted if it has been processed by the more mature and logical brain of an adult. To be honest, I’m quite thankful that there are still times when I can still think thoughts that seems like they haven’t been processed by the more mature and logical brain of an adult. (yes, laugh away)
Anyway, enough of my bragging. What about you?
What are your childhood dreams and how many of them have you accomplished?
Clones are people two 