It occurred to me recently that I do not have a dream. Not literally speaking; I dream all the time. But I don't have a life's mission, or even a series of personal banner headlines I'd like to make happen.
When did this happen? Surely I had a mission earlier in life. As a child, or a teen, or a budding young budder. Now, it seems I'm a buddha.
Don't get me wrong. There are plenty of things I like, and love. I've even written about them before. And I recently revisited this. I'm content most of the time, happy most of the time. Sure I get a little down in the dumps occasionally, but I fall within plus or minus two standard deviations of the rest of the population on this front, I'm almost certain.
So what am I to do? Find a dream? Be content not to dream? Make not having a dream my dream? Or just take a nap?
All correspondence to Letters 4 U 4 Eva, PO Box 668 Strawberry Mound NSW
Monday, December 30, 2013
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