I was thinking about Shark Tank, that ABC show that we’re still not sure whether or not they’ll make a second season of, and I noticed one of the sharks had uploaded this pic to twitpic. “Every dream has its price.” How quotable.
Price can of course mean more than money. There’s all the time it will take to pursue it, all the risks you’ll have to take, all the gambles, all the questioning yourself, all the uncertainty… dreaming dreams is a blissful business, but pursuing them is a nightmare.
My dream is to own a theme park. Gah, where do I even start? I don’t know.
And then you have people who say “you should be goal oriented!” OK, if I want to own a theme park, what should be my first goal? Get rich?
And then people say “forget the money, do what you love!” But I can’t, I need money to do what I love! Or doing what I love is leading me nowhere; I’m still miserable from having to go to work everyday and having too little time left to do what I love.
Is that the price of dreams? Going mad because you don’t know how to pursue them? Because you’re stuck at work or in school staring at the clock wanting to go home and work on something fun?
How do you make those times enjoyable?
How do you relax when you know you have so much work ahead?
Should you live in the present or be planning the future? How do you do both and stay sane?
I don’t know.
Thus is the price of dreams.
When is my vacation? Will I ever be alone?