You’ve been playing it too safe. I already know your excuses because I have the same ones. But before I accuse you abruptly, let’s take a moment to reminisce. As a kid, what did you envision for yourself? What was that thing you were so sure you were meant to be? Don’t be shy; you’re still allowed to think about it.

There’s a high chance that your childhood dreams were a bit delusional; you had no idea how the world worked or what your true capabilities were. So, what have you done now? Or rather, what have we done? You’re not alone; it’s either we’ve stuck to the job that puts food on the table or settled for a mediocre version of our potential.

People used to tell me I was too optimistic, that I wasn’t being realistic enough and needed to adjust my view of life. Maybe I shouldn’t have listened. I miss my little bubble of optimism, and while there’s no going back to ignorance, there is still a choice. You might think the time for dreaming and chasing what seems like a delusion is over, but I believe it’s just the beginning.

Now you understand that you shouldn’t have been in a hurry to grow up, and you realize that you’re solely responsible for your life. In my opinion, there’s no better time to be deluded than now.

Think of your childhood dreams as a rough sketch of the blueprint for your life. Now you’ve acquired the skills and knowledge to refine it. This isn’t the time to settle for “just getting by.” It might be too late for some of those dreams, but it’s not too late for you. Your goal isn’t your identity but rather an extension of yourself, it can always be changed.

Adulthood can be exhausting, which is why we often choose the option of merely getting by. It’s tough enough, isn’t it? How are you supposed to add more to your plate in all of this? I understand that, but remember, you are the plate. Everything else flows through you. This isn’t about adding more to your plate but rather deciding what you want on it.

I need to remind you of a crucial difference between you as a child and now. Back then, you had only a picture and an idea, and you’d run around playing. That approach won’t work now. You need actions to back up your ideas.

I didn’t start out wanting to be a writer; I wanted to be a doctor. But I was terrible at science and good with words. I realized that my enjoyment of reading medical books was about discovering new words, not the practicality of medicine. Am I the writer I want to be now? Not yet, but will I keep trying to write to you every week for free until I am? Absolutely.

Chasing dreams doesn’t have to be grand, nor does it mean you’re not being realistic or that adulthood hasn’t hit you hard enough. Playing it safe won’t make it hit you any less, nor will holding on to that tiny crack of getting by. In the end, I don’t want your story to be that you merely survived. There’s a better way to live, and it’s by blowing air on every little spark that ignites you. Get that fire going again, please.

Song of the moment – Saving Your Soul by David Kushner.

Have a beautiful week. Love always ❤️