I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.
— Jack London
We all seem to be reaching that age where folks are either on the path to reaching their dreams or they are just sitting by watching time pass by. Others too don’t even have dreams. Recently, I’ve seen a few of my close friends take that important step to achieve that ultimate goal which has been driving them all of these years. One of my good friends spent many years figuring out he could ride his motorcycle across the world, and still another is taking to the sea to discover what cultural riches it might hold.
Yesterday, I had the honor to help another person reach her first steps to their dream. Benni, a close friend of mine and big Climb For Kids supporter, has dreamt to become a mountaineer and yesterday she summited for her first substantial peak – Ruth Mountain. It was a rather long ordeal that almost didn’t take place, as I participated in a rescue high up on the mountain the night before our climb. The rescue turned out to be thankfully unnecessary, but the five hour climb still drained a lot of my reserves. Regardless, I wasn’t going to let it prevent Benni from reaching her dream. Thus after just one hour sleep, Benni and I set out for the summit. 6.5 hours later I watched her step on the top of Ruth Mountain. Another person is now on their way to realizing their dream.
As Benni was driving us home last night from the North Cascades (I was way too tired to drive), I had a small realization of why I’ve been in a funk recently. I’ve lost the internal compass which has been driving me all of these years. The reasons for that are both good — where I’ve actually achieved my dream, and bad — where unforeseen incidents have forced the dream to be less relevant. But regardless, no dream is there. I am extremely thankful for the life I’ve created, but I recently feel like it is trending toward that dry-rot that Jack London is referring to. I also know that true dreams can’t be manufactured, so it is time to be more conscious of what is driving me out of bed each morning. I think its time to take one of my many passions to the next level – but which one? I have no idea. I do know that discovering my next dream will be crucial to long term happiness.
What’s your dream?