As the hangovers fade and the debris from the streets get cleared, the people decide the set of promises that will be broken within the month. People will spend thousands on gym memberships that will be visited once or twice before the pass is resigned to the dusty drawer and the direct debit will keep on ticking over.
Others will promise to enjoy life more, yet never even contemplate following the dreams that shaped their childhoods.
This is not for me! I grew up always wanting to work as an actor and a writer. I have always wanted to appear in a zombie movie and live in Brazil. These are known as dreams. They have shaped my life and have led me to where I am now, so where did it all go wrong? Instead of on a film set I find myself paying bills with a sales job -professionally pissing people off for money.
So I set you a challenge this year if you are reading this... Follow a dream you had as a child!
If you wanted to be an artist - paint a picture... you don't have to cut off your ear or quit your daily grind. If you wanted to be a racing driver have a track day at a racing circuit. Remember the child you were and take inspiration from people like Wayne Dudley, 22, who wrote, directed and filmed a production which includes an actor out of 24 on a budget of £230 pounds:
http://www.heraldscotland.com/news/home-news/young-scot-writes-produces-and-directs-a-movie-for-230-1.1077418
The truth is that everyday I look in the mirror I forget a little bit more of what I wanted ... so its time to stop. This blog is now less a rant and more a statement of intent - it will follow my quest to stop taking life too seriously and realise my dreams...
And Brad Pitt, if you're reading this and your childhood dream was to work in a office and make phone calls to people who don't want to pick up, then please give me a shout cause I might just be up for a swap!
I'm just a two foot tall wombat, living his life and travelling the world. I started out scouring the city of London for a positive news story... I gave up! We live in a world where Ricky Martin has more followers than the Dalai Lama! This is truly an unjust world! So I became the sort of English teacher who saw himself as a wombat dressed like Che Guevara and started writing a blog of gripes, political problems and general stories...which is sort of a diary I suppose.... sort of.
Sunday, 2 January 2011
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