"The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up"
- Paul Valery, French Poet
I was opposed to goal setting. Once, when riding on a bus in northern Thailand, I debated the merits of setting goals with a man twice my age. I have not seen him since, but I owe him big time. The conversation stayed with me like a pebble in a shoe: always aware of it, often irritated by it, and always feeling I had to do something about it
Perhaps under the influence of some misguided fatalism I felt I had no power to control my future therefore the 'to be' rather than 'to do' was a convenient way of coping with a lack of power over my own life. "
What is meant to be will be" had infected me.
But as I pondered his uncomfortable question I realized that I did have goals. In fact, they were dreams. Images of myself as a man had filled my imagination as a child. They were so strong and vivid, at times I could hardly cope with being a child as I wanted to grow up and experience life and fulfill my aspirations. Images of myself traveling, completing feats of endurance (my first was at age 12 walking 50 kms in one day to raise money for charity), flying airplanes, starting organizations, writing books, getting married, being a father, crossing oceans by sailboat ... changing the world!
But somehow, growing up, the credibility of those dreams had become undermined by a flawed notion that they were self-centered and that I was powerless to make them a reality. I was being governed by the false notion that our lives are determined by forces outside our control.
“Whatever will be will be, the future is not ours to see, que sara que sara…” had become my life's theme song.
Dreams, I concluded, were to be ignored.
After my shameless pronouncement, with no doubt an air that I was putting this older man, a symbol of the establishment, in his place, the broadcaster looked at me for a moment and, without responding, turned and looked out the window. I was left to wonder, re-evaluate and change my thinking. So glad I did.
His question opened the way for me embrace my dreams again and shed the debilitating shackles of fatalism that erodes the soul and thwarts positive action.
I have come to believe that life is full of options and we shape our future by the choices we make. We are either pulled forward by our dreams or we drift. We all have the power to choose whether to take charge of our life or succumb to external forces.
The older man's questions awakened me. No longer were my goals relegated to my dream life. I learned it is
never too late
to set your compass on a new course, explore new worlds and delight in fresh discoveries.