“Where going to take over the fucking world!” I remember
proclaiming this to a friend while we sat in his dorm room, pre-gaming for the
night’s momentous proceedings. These words were not simply byproducts of a 19
year olds penchant for Aristocrat and cranberry juice; they were heartfelt! In
fact, we had discussed or plan that previous morning in full sobriety. I
wholeheartedly desired to do just that! Consequently, I had a notebook that
detailed my pseudo plan for attaining world domination. I won’t tell you any
details (perhaps one day I will use that notebook). I can only say that every time I wrote within
those pages my heart raced a thousand miles. There, within those pages, was an
idea far more immense then myself!
I believe we all, at some point in our lives, held steadfast
to a dream that superseded us. However, those notions, abated by the gale
forces of reality, quickly fade into the background as obligations increase. As
a young adult, I can still conjure up those feelings; utilizing that old
notebook as a catalyst. However, they are less vivid and they feel more
distant. I fear the day is approaching wherein I will pick up this notebook and
I won’t be moved at all. Is that how the
last vestiges of adolescence fades; exuberant conversations about how I want to
change the world replaced with corporate advancement and retirement talk?
I don’t know if I’m ready to give up on that old notebook.
Some tactics need revision and the timeline needs adjusting, but its still a
good plan. I wonder will I ever carry it out…
