According to research, The rate of people who are actually able to achieve and live their dreams go around only 8%, or only 1 out of 10. These are the kind of dreams that are not just about being financially stable or being able to go on vacation every once in a while, but actual dreams that people usually discover while they’re young. They’re the things that we wanna do that we know would make us happy because it’s everything we want. The dream that will give us true freedom.
Why am I talking about this? First, out of curiosity I asked Google about it, and second is the reason why I did. I was wondering how I could be one of that 8%.
In case you’ve read the story about a boy who couldn’t write a story, yeah, I was talking about myself. I just tried to make it look like I was trying to tell somebody else’s story so I could give storytelling a shot as part of my writing endeavor. You probably already knew that, but, anyway, I was the boy who couldn’t decide what his dream is and they reason why he exists. And as I age, the pressure just gets harder and harder for me as I struggle to find my purpose because I feel I’m just a few years away from hitting a dead end. I’m pretty sure I haven’t reached that yet. (Hopefully)
What am I here for?
Not that I’m craving attention or fame, but I just don’t wanna be another reason why there’s overpopulation, why there’s no extra seat on the bus, why there’s one more person on queue at the cashier inside the grocery store. I don’t wanna be just another existence, another who. I wanna be able to leave a mark on this world. A person with a story to share, who’d become an inspiration to other people who are in the same situation like I am right now, who dream a better life, a better self.
That’s why I said that I’m gonna write a book. How blunt of me to say that, but I thought I had the ability to create a story based on fiction, so people can read another story that will make them feel like they’re living in a different world- an escape. I’m not saying that people should just turn their backs on reality, pretend it doesn’t exist, and just live in a fictional world just so they can feel alive again. But, yeah, it’s kinda like that. We’d still have to, and will always have to face what’s waiting there outside in the real world, but it shouldn’t hurt to have something to dwell on when things get too much for us to handle.
I’m pretty sure that’s what fiction writers also have in mind when they write their stories. I’m willing to bet it’s one of the reasons why they love writing. They themselves want an escape from all the bullshit that’s going on around them so they create their own little world and share it with other people who seek refuge from the same things that chase them every single day. Just like them, I’d like to be able to create my own world where anything can be possible. Where all the things that people deny to exist all gather, and anyone can find shelter in if they wish to.
I already tried writing fiction and, damn, was it so difficult. I’d still try, though.
If I can’t be fiction writer, I wanna write in a different way. I just wanna have the power to write things that will inspire people to keep going. Keep going, meaning to keep chasing their dreams no matter what this world brings upon them, not keep going with a job they didn’t have a single interest in but have no choice because it’s what’s keeping them and their loved ones alive. If that’s inevitable- because it usually is- then I’d like to let them know that this reality where they go around in circle in is just a chunk of the bigger possibilities waiting for them if they only learn to have the courage to get out of their comfort zone.
The reason why I chose writing as my passion- despite knowing that I suck at it and that my words don’t connect with my readers- is because I feel motivated whenever I read books. The words inspire me and make me believe in myself even just a little. And that’s the kind of thing that I’d like to pay forward. It’s a dream. A crazy dream. Who the hell am I for people to even listen to, or waste time reading my words? I just wanna feel that my love for writing isn’t just about me writing words, but also my words putting meaning to people’s lives. The more I’m telling you about this, the more I wanna hide myself in the shadows due to embarrassment.
Chasing a dream, pursuing a passion, it’s a scary thing. Before I even attempt to write anything, I could already feel my knees shaking and weakening in fear, but I’ve already decided to keep going with this. I’m totally lost at the moment, but I’m not gonna let my fingers stop just because of that. This is a ramble but somehow I feel like I’m creating words that have meaning, and I just wish you’d feel the same as you’re reading this.
I’d be a hypocrite if I say that money is not included in this dream of mine, aside from letting my words inspire people. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have a dream at all. A passion is something you do that makes you so happy that money becomes the last reason why you pursue it. But it still is one of the reasons, and if you are earning money from something you love doing, then you must have infinite happiness knocking on your front door everyday.
They say that rich people don’t work for money, but they let money work for them. Actually, to be more precise, it’s not the money that works for rich people, but their passion. They pursue their passion by staying up late and sacrificing most of their time doing the things that provide temporary happiness to the ordinary people and use this time instead to work and improve their passion and become better at what they love to do. Once they’ve given it enough work and effort, it pays them back in return.
That’s what makes it so scary. It takes a lot of work to live your dream. Lots and lots more work than when you’re working a mediocre job. But it’s the kind of work that really pays off. It’s the kind of work that will give you the freedom and be part of the 8% who live in a reality that is their dream. The reality that they created in their heads and believed them to be true.
“Chasing a dream is scary, for the path that it runs to is the path that is rough and full of thorns, but it is the path of kings.”
(That quote is half made-up and have derived from a quote that I’ve heard somewhere but I don’t remember from where, what, or who. I’m not claiming that it’s mine so please don’t accuse me of plagiarism. Feel free to remind me of it in the comments if you know what I’m talking about.)
Pursuing your passion may sound crazy to many, even to yourself. Like I’ve already said multiple times, chasing a dream is scary, but so is walking on an endless road, only rewarding yourself with a few treats every twice a month that don’t even last for a week, before you head out again to continue with your endless steps towards nowhere.