Every morning, probably after the first shot of coffee, the first thing that should pop in everyone’s head is how to get your hands on some more cash. Having a job that is slowly murdering you mentally and probably physically too is not really the fulfilment of the magical life you dreamt about when you were young enough to dare to dream. Nowadays, people do not dream, they are a peculiar mixture of zombies and slaves, they only get paid, but very meagrely. Just like zombies – only their craving is not for brains, but for more cash – they roam the earth looking for opportunities to score more brains, or rather, more money.
Plugging your wallet into some incoming money flow is surely a dream, but it is not a really original dream. Most likely it is the only leftover of the original dream you dreamt when you were having a fantasy about what your life should look like and then you figured out how much something like that would cost. Naturally, your dream morphed into the zombie/slave predictive state, where you are supposed to live until you die and some other poor bloke takes your place. Do not forget to make plenty of debt while you are at it and additionally do not pay all of it off, no reason to leave your children without a horrible inheritance, when it is not a haunted castle.
What happened to the dream, was it a good one, or was it just another useless phantasy about some Disney made-up princess, that meets a prince and does not have to work ever again, becoming the ultimate female stereotype, with a few perks, no need to cook or wash dishes and clothes, you have maids to do that. Yeah, the phantasy nowadays people like the Kardashians live out, a bunch of freaks that would a few hundred years ago be destined to perform in a travelling vaudeville show, next to the Caitlyn Jenner as woman with beard, the Siamese twins – any two of the girls, with Kanye West posing as a cheap clone of Hercules and mom being the trapeze artist.
No, the trick was to have a dream where you have a job you actually like, something you always wanted to do, but never had the guts or money to do – forget being a billionaire, being Bill Gates or similar humbug. Realistic dreams, being a policeman, firefighter, baker, doctor, something where values were important to you, where you can help people – yes, veterinarian is good example – something where you can look into the mirror after a rough day and still smile, a job you really love. This is a dream every single kid has, it does change, astronomer, grievance councillor, barrister, cook, all possible, but there is always something that keeps you interested throughout your childhood, something that is always there, even today you like to be informed about that particular job, branch, industry.
Perhaps it is a dream, that people would dare to continue dreaming, remain human, friendly, kind, selfless, good? Maybe, just maybe you will look up and say to yourself that it is not too late to be happy, it is not too late to pursue the one thing you always wanted. Unless you are in a predicament, where it truly is not possible, for reasons far out of your reach, then yes, it is still possible. You do not have to meet your final goal when you hit 18 years of age, you do not have to stay in the one job you were doing since you left your parents’ home, you can even go back to college, finish the degree you gave up on, because there was a kid and then another. It is there, the dream, waiting for you to come to your senses, waiting that you continue to be human and shed the slave zombie you were forced into. Dare to dream and be happy – or how about some money, zombie?