Somehow the conversation came up about what I really want to do with my life. It came from someone else wanting to make the million dollar mark - at which point, they feel like they have accomplished something. It got me thinking - what would give me a sense of accomplishment. And I came up with the following list (No, I'm not kicking the bucket and this is in no way related to the movie...hopefully):
In a semi-relevant order:
- Be the best husband and father that my mind and body can accomplish
- Have more good days than bad
- Write a book
- Write a song I am proud of ("Art is never complete, only abandoned." I think that was Leonardo who said that - but I could be mistaken)
- Meet my grandchildren
- Become at least bi-lingual
- Know myself better - subjective...I know...
Well - I guess I don't want too much out of life. I could list a million smaller things that I wouldn't mind accomplishing, but I wouldn't miss them if I couldn't get them. One example would be "Find a poem that moves me and memorize it." It would be nice, but I know myself well enough to know I'll forget it.
As I get older, I have started to better understand the limitations that I must live within. Many people say that there is never a limit to what the mind can accomplish, but I know if I think that way, I will never conquer anything. It will be a version of ADD for goals in life.
I know I am a dreamer. I will always want the next 'toy' or the next aspiration with my life. It's the way I have always been and, from what I understand, the way many people in my family have been. I don't mind. It's who I am and now that I understand I am that way, I can work with it.
I have passed the point in my life that I can radically change my existence. I am married, have an amazing child and have settled into a house and career. Yes, it is possible to change all that, but that would be starting from scratch in the few accomplishments I have attained. I consider myself fortunate to have received the gifts that mean most to me in life - Family. I could care less about what job I'm doing, it all means very little - I just do it because it's intellectually challenging and pays the bills. Money means only enough to support my family and my free time hobbies. A house is simply the shell of what makes a home. The most vivid memories I have in my life are not the houses that I lived in, the toys I received at christmas, nor one school being better than the next - it was always the people I surrounded myself with. Nostalgia rings the most around the co-stars of all my memories. I think back to something that happened and my first train of thought is "Who was there with me?" The memories I least recall? Something I did on my own.
Anyways, enough ranting. The economy is bad, we all know. What I guess I'm trying to say is that through all the bad that is happening, I really don't care as long as I have the people around me that I love. The chance is there that I will lose my job and my house and my car and my way of life - but as long as Katie and Aubrey are there beside me, it can never be too bad.
My love in life is them. Everything else is details.

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