Last week, I thought about all the lofty goals and dreams that I’d had as a child. Out of 83 major aspirations I had before I turned eighteen, I’ve completed just 3 (graduating from college, traveling to Europe, and getting the dumbest traffic ticket ever).
You don’t have to do any math to realize that 3 out of 83 is a terrible percentage. Going strictly by the numbers, I’m something of a total fucking failure.
Look beyond the numbers, though, and you’ll find that nothing could be further from the truth. My life is amazing, and I have those 80 unrealized dreams to thank for it.
Sometimes, leaving your dreams behind is the best move you can make.
Confused? Read on.