Dream a little dream
I had a friend tell me last night "Barbara, you're such a dreamer!", to which I aptly responded "Well, I guess that's what makes me me." Even as a child I remember I never settled. An ordinary girl from an ordinary family and yet I had dreams of conquering the world, if I may say so. Of course they were mostly never definite dreams, as in me wanting to become a particular something or someone, but even those kinds they did happen in passing phases. It started the time boy bands were the in thing, and some of my friends and I decided we were going to form an all-girl band. We were going to become very famous pop stars, woohooo! Oh no, actually that's not how it all started. My first ever dream was to become a very skilled doctor and I'd go about healing everybody that came to me. But that was more like a second-hand dream transplanted into my little brain by my mom, all in good will. So that marks my girl-band dream as the one that started me off dreaming for myself.
My girl-band dream, however, ended with the annulment of the apparently "musically enlightened group" we had so far formed ourselves into. It was all pretty awkward as I remember it. But no matter, I quite immediately discovered another dream in me that had been latent all that while. The fashion designer in me had awakened! I have pages of sketches I could produce as proof of this, but I suppose I don't have to. I'm glad I sketched for some years with consistency. Hopefully these sketches will stick around for my grandchildren to see, if I ever have grandchildren that is. And what's amazing is that I shared this dream with my childhood best friend I'd left behind as my family moved to Delhi. We were united again in a way, through this dream you know. He is still busy fulfilling the dream even to this day, and doing a great job at it. I, on the other hand, have moved to other random things of life and by random I don't necessarily mean bad or meaningless.
I suppose I stopped dreaming for a while. Maybe I got disillusioned after meeting the boy who became the first ever to break my heart. All heartbreaks are tough, but the first one is always something. I've been hurt worse after that, but the first one was a significant turning point for me if you know what I mean. And in this drill of meeting the wrong guys and getting myself hurt one good thing I've discovered is that the dreamer in me still lives. Proof is the fact I have not given up on love. Okay, maybe that is being a little bit too dramatic. Let me rephrase myself. I have not given up on a love just as yet, and I intend to see this through. That's the dreamer in me talking.
And by the way, I should mention here I am most likely to join the Qatar Airways soon :). I can't even begin to imagine the kaleidoscope of experiences this job holds for me. I am so excited I will soon get to explore things that no other job would allow me to! And I am grateful. The pre-employment medicals are what's left for me to clear, and God willing I should be flying soon.., quite literally. So here's to a future of packing and travelling, and meeting all kinds of people in all kinds of places. Here's to learning. Here's to life. Cheers!
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