I have never really though about what my dream was. I knew I wanted to pursue what makes me happy, and I have. I’ve studied literature, I like in Munich now. Some might say I’m living the dream.
But it wasn’t really a dream I had. It’s not like I spent nights awake thinking about it, dreaming about it when I was young. They were conscious choices to make to follow what made me happy.
In a sense, maybe that’s all you can ask of a dream.
But now that I’m here, I’m left with this idea, what is my dream?
What is my dream job, my dream house?
In some respects, maybe living in an idealized future isn’t the healthiest, but in another sense, having a goal, somewhere to go, seems like something I need.
I’m at a point in my life where I’m beginning to wonder, what’s next? What is the next decision I make to make myself happy, where will it take me and what will I be doing?
I’ve been thinking more and more and I don’t know if I want to teach. I could teach, but I don’t know if that’s something I want to do.
Getting here and doing what I’ve been doing would seem a waste if I ended up just doing something I could, not what makes me happy.
But what makes me happy?
Do I need to find my dream?