On dreams and letting them go, from my post a few days ago on this, Anonymous Gerbil posted some very interesting comments.
"I gave up my dreams years ago, there's nothing anymore. Days go by, I lurk in net like a ghost, acomplish nothing and just wait for the inevitable, oblivion..."
"At first it was nice. Life was simple and cold beer was that "heaven". But one can live like that only for so long. Now I can't even recall when I last time actually enjoyed about anything. And all that because nothing matters anymore."
However accurate Anonymous Gerbil's assessment is of his own life, there is an important warning here.
It can be very difficult to get up in the morning without a real reason for doing so. We all seem to need a point to our lives. Goals seem to get us moving, keep us going. Is a life without dreams a pointless existence?
I'm not sure that it is. I think that's certainly a danger. I guess there is another factor here, one that was brought up by Bwakathaboom in the comments -
"The challenge you face with regards to screenwriting, television production, etc. is that everyone in those fields must ultimately beg the "gatekeepers" for permission to achieve their dream."
Absolutely right. And that is the kick in the pants every time. To quote from my favourite album of last year, "they got dreams of taking someone else's dreams away".
Maybe it's not the concept of having dreams that is the problem. It's dreams that depend on the approval of others.
Maybe it's not a case of dropping dreams altogether, but being selective and refining them down to find dreams that don't depend on others.
I finally managed to see Star Trek at the weekend. Thoughts, however late, on that in the next post.