I Have a Dream

My father has a saying; "Picture yourself in 10 years. Now try to figure out how to get there." So I pictured myself as a filmmaker. I even got as far as picturing myself as the director of the 50th Anniversary James Bond film. I had it planned out too. I even wrote a fucking screenplay. Two drafts actually. Followed by 2 planned sequels to round out a trilogy. It would have been off the wall. I had the whole trilogy planned out in high school. Train chases, car chases, even a fucking show down at an airport. Then Casino Royale took that idea from me... and I got upset... So come next year, I get to see this guy, direct this movie, and fantasize how, "it could have been me!!"

I've changed a bit since then (sort of). I would still like to one day direct a James Bond film, however, I couldn't figure out how to reach that point. I feel like, being able to accomplish that goal, is more like sheer luck. But talk about a rude awakening. And it's a sad feeling when all your dreams are crushed. And it's not like someone told me I couldn't do it. It's perfectly possible to. It's just I couldn't figure out how to get from point A to point B. Then, there was the fear of failure... and the "I Told You So" speech from my Dad.

Today, I still have no fucking clue what I want to do with my life. So many damn choices. There's still this school boy crush on becoming a filmmaker, and who's to say that'll never happen, just today it's not going to. Today, I am going to take a few PR classes and some Poli Sci classes and see where that takes me. Maybe, I'll become president, then a filmmaker. I'm allowed to have more than one career and I'm shooting for a minimum of 2 so, president is certainly not entirely out of the question. I'm just going to make sure I dot my T's and cross my I's so I have no baggage come election time. I'd hate for anyone to find one of my bogus racist/ignorant rants on the interweb... Totally an image killer...

Another dream I have is to be the oldest man in the world. Not entirely sure why I want to be that old, but I do. Well, I suppose I don't want to be miserably that old. I want to be a youthful 130 year old. Think about it. How awesome would it be to actually see fly cars? Think about sitting by the fire place telling all your grand kids majestic stories of your younger days while the eat it all up as fact. I'm so gonna alter the shit out of my stories. "Yeah, kids, I remember this one time when I was young, there was this evil president who forged an evil ring and ruled all of Earth with it. Me and a few rebel forged a fellowship called, 'The Rebel Alliance.' No, no, no, we didn't occupy no Wall Street. We were smart about this. We brought the battle to them and battled wits and dueled to our fates. The good side of force obviously prevailed. No big deal. And that's when I fell in love with your beautiful grandmother..." My friend keeps telling me to do things "for the story." Fuck that, I can just life my life vicuriously through you and then make up my own. Ever see the movie Big Fish? No? Check it out.

Now, I feel like I have to end things with a little uplifting statement, just so I can show the world that I am indeed capable of showing a little humility. Positive words of encouragement... That was it... What? You thought I was going to say something like, "never let someone tell you you're dreaming too big, because if you're not dreaming big, you're not dreaming at all" or something like that...? C'mon, fill in the blanks, bro.