Is It Too Late to Realize That I Don’t Have a Dream?

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A few weeks ago, a friend posted something on his story. “People generally think not being ambitious is a bad thing.”

I remember staring at it longer than necessary… not because I agreed or because I disagreed. But because it felt like one of those sentences that has quietly followed me around for months now. It touched something soft inside me, like a gentle hand on my shoulder reminding me I’m not alone in feeling this way.

You see, it’s funny how the question stopped being what I wanted to be when I grew up and became where I saw myself in five years… because obviously I haven’t achieved anything yet.

The question changed, but the expectation remained the same. There was always supposed to be an answer.

And I used to have plenty of answers for that.. before..

From ages five to seven, I wanted to be an actress. At eight, I wanted to be a pilot. Next up, I wanted to be a banker. Then came the phase where I wanted to be a doctor… An architect.. the list went on and every new interest arrived with the conviction that I had discovered my future.

Nobody found this strange because childhood allows room for endless becoming. A child can want ten different lives before lunch and nobody questions it… though adults smile, nod, and call it imagination.

And now… that imagination eventually runs into reality.

The older I became, the smaller the space for uncertainty seemed to get.

Life felt so simple and safe back then. The world felt full of bright paths waiting just for me. All I had to do was just move in the clear lines. Go to school. Study the books. Pass the tests with a good heart. The next step was always there.. Primary school led softly to secondary. Secondary led to higher studies. Every stage naturally led into another stage. Even when the future felt unclear, movement was guaranteed. There was always a next step waiting somewhere ahead.

I don’t think I realized how much comfort there was in that arrangement until it disappeared.

I remember when I first finished school. I spent six months learning on a farm. I woke up every morning believing I was investing in a future version of myself… and then I got a nine-to-five job. For another season, I convinced myself I had finally arrived at the thing I was supposed to be doing. I learned new skills, adapted to new routines, and became comfortable enough to imagine staying.

That chapter ended too. And the weird part is I didn’t even feel it end. I just noticed one day that I was no longer excited about it.

And it’s crazy because later I started two flexible jobs, which felt easier to breathe. But they’re still not aligned with who I think I’m supposed to be… or maybe there isn’t a version of that person at all. I don’t even know anymore.

When you live in a world like mine, I guess you learn to sleep with your eyes wide open. You get to hustle. You get to juggle just to be something… anything.

And sometimes people look at me like I am being lazy. They think if you are not chasing something big, then you are not serious about life. They don’t see how I stay alert all the time just to keep up. Or how some of us are just trying to keep going without pretending we have it all figured out.

Sometimes I feel sad about it. But then I remember that life changed and I changed with it. I am still here. I am still moving… maybe at a slow pace. I am still trying in my own way… maybe not entirely the best way.

And I think that post from my friend stays with me because it reminds me I’m not alone in this. Not everyone is running toward one fixed dream. Some of us are in the middle of just trying to find our balance…

…and maybe that’s the part I am only just starting to accept, that I might not have one big dream sitting somewhere ahead of me waiting to be uncovered. I might just have lived in fragments, different seasons of trying things, believing in them fully, letting them carry me for a while, then quietly letting them go when they no longer felt like home, and somehow I am still here after all of it.

Thanks for reading…