Supposedly, we all have (or should have) a dream…to achieve something phenomenal. The ‘phenomenal’, however, is subject to interpretations….and hopes. For me it may be taking up cooking as my profession, for you…being an astronaut or something even fancier.
I have always been the content types amongst people around me…or atleast I think so. I don’t have any dreams. I don’t dream of being rich, of owning a house, let alone a bunglow, I don’t want a car…..I am NOT ambitious…and quite often than not, the ones who are, look down upon me….Why?...I have always failed to understand this…is it really important to sound ‘BIG’?
I have a few (small) desires, if not dreams….desires, which only I know about (for I am the desire, says my name)… probably not ‘fancy’ enough if gauged by the yardstick of ‘the ambitious elite’.
I have always wanted to live a subtle life…I live so…and thus I would like to remain excluded.