If you don't have a plan for yourself, you'll be part of someone else's.
I thank the people who responded to yesterday's request for thoughts and opinions about my dream. It seems there are as many ways to dream as there are dreamers. I guess that's not surprising. I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who has dreamt that he was dreaming.
This proverb above really needs to be addressed to the young, if there are any young out there you know of. Now, in my 70th year, I sometimes think back and wonder if I took the right road in life. But then I realize it's a pointless endeavor. It's the road I took. A life was lived and is being lived as a result ot that choice, for whatever reason it was made, so what's the point of wondering about it?
Perhaps there is a point in passing on to the young the lessons learned about choosing the right plan for life. But for me that is also a futile effort since there are no young people around me, and they probably wouldn't listen if there were.
In my wild and restless youth I wanted to be everything and do everything. That was because I really didn't have the resources to choose anything, and I totally lacked the guidance I needed, the advice that would have steered me in some reasonable direction and the encouragement to follow through. Those are tools every young person needs and should have. Even when I felt I was on the right track there was always someone, family or teachers, who derailed me. Most of what I remember from my childhood is what I shouldn't, couldn't or wouldn't be allowed to do. Decisions were made for me and I had almost nothing to say about them. For a young person in the 40s and 50s independent thinking was not to be practiced in my universe.
Nevertheless, in my late teens I had managed to accumulate a few skills, a rebellious and independent vagabond streak and a reputation or two. I did have some real choices to make. But I also realized no matter where I was or what I was doing I was always going to be in someone else's playground.
I chose to be an actor because that's what people kept hiring me to do. I became secure in my skill and artistry but I also knew that probably never would I have the luxury of choosing what work I would do. I would play as I was cast, and the person who cast me was the one who owned the playground.
I settled into the life of a skilled actor who was also a hired hand, a blue color artisan, labor, known in the trade as "talent." I don't regret my working life. It has been a grand adventure. But I sure wish I had had the opportunity to make my own plan for myself.
DB - Vagabond Journeys
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