I’ve been recently visualizing and fantasizing about near and far future that involves other people in my life. Like visualizing an instance where my friends and I go to a show together after planting a seed in their head of the idea and making this vision come true. Or fantasizing about a path that a sort-of stranger I just met and I going down this life path where we move to LA, grow a family, live an artful lifestyle.
But I’ve been more often than not disappointed by the reality, and this has been happening more often recently than in the past. Maybe I haven’t fully adapted to this new reality of living with new set of friends, or maybe I’m still coming to terms with the fact that it’s actually going to be harder than I’ve had and requires more effort.
Despite all the minimal disappointments throughout though, I still come around to believe that one or two that work out come to be worth all of it. I’ve always been this way. I would always risk a new drink at Starbucks as a kid, when others stuck to what they know they enjoy. I’ve derived fun that comes out of risking novelty. And even if I do end up with a worse drink than I’d imagined, I’d still do it again for a new one, for a new experience that expands my understanding, experience of what we’re capable of.
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