Was watching the English news just now and saw this image of a teacher teaching inmates on prison grounds... Reckon it'd be a really humbling and challenging experience, but also one that'd be hugely gratifying if done well. For a fleeting second (or make that a minute), I considered the possibility of trying that out. But before the minute's up, the rational mind took over and the thought's shelved.
This then made me recollect some of those aspirational dreams I haboured when younger. Some of them I still hope to make come true, others became and will remain fondly as mere childhood thoughts. Here's a sampling:
- To hold a beach wedding under the stars, with BBQ dinner served by tuxedo-clad waiters under a long white marque with attendees in bikinis and sarongs and hawaiian shirts paired with flip flops.
- To take up a one to two year uninterrupted volunteer stint in a developing country in Asia, teaching underprivileged kids how to read and write.
- To go for a one year baking diploma and set up my own small cosy cafe selling cakes, muffins and an assortment of luscious fruit teas, by the seaside in an ang moh country.
- and more...
It's good to dream. Better still, to live a dream. Until the day we breathe our last, everything and anything is possible. It's whether we want them bad enough such that passion wins over logic.
