That was me at 16 years old. I look back in dismay at this period of my life. I wanted to be a motor mechanic. That was my main ambition, my dream, not a big one but it was mine.
However it was not the dream of my parents, and therein lay the problem. I was not really able to fight back against them at that age, but I did rebel. Instead of leaving school at 15 and heading off to do an apprenticeship as most of my school mates did, I was forced to stay on at school.
So I rebelled. I went to school; I was not obvious enough to just ditch school. I just did not pay any attention to anything – and I had reached my limit of being able to remember all that was taught in class, I had reached the point where I would have to have studied, something that I had never done, a habit never learned.
So I turned up to class and did nothing. Additionally I did not bother turning up for exams at the end of the year – as far as I know my parents still don’t know that, 30 yrs later, well maybe they do now.
After wasting that year I started a job as an apprentice, not a motor mechanic but as a fitter – fairly dull in comparison.
I learned later in life – much later, to follow my dreams, to do things that I wanted to do and by doing so the money has so far followed. I am not very good at working only for money – I can do it for short periods of time, but it hurts my head and does not make for a happy life. And that does not mean I don’t want to have money I do. I like what money brings me, freedom and choice mostly, and money is necessary to live – however there are many choices in how to earn it.
Following dreams and keeping my imagination alive is a much more fulfilling way to live. I don’t believe in multiple lives so let’s try and make the best of this one.
I read something the other day;
If you have the choice to be right or kind – choose kind.
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