I’ve always been a dreamer. Maybe I took one too many trips to Narnia as a child, but it’s never left me – the desire to believe that there is more to the world than meets the eye, that an adventure awaits around every corner.
But as you grow, you realise that the adventures you find aren’t the exactly the ones you sought. No one really warns you that the real world is far less interesting and far less forgiving than the ones you find in story books.
Very few people are lucky enough, when they are adults, to keep the same sparkle in their eye that they had when they were ten years old and sailing the open seas with pirates or taking their first trip on the Hogwarts Express. It’s understandable. If you want to survive in this world, you need tunnel vision. You must only focus on that which lies in front of you – your responsibilities and your goals. Try and do more than that and life will force you into a box. “Get your head out of the clouds,” they’ll say.
Well, I say that the clouds offer the best view. Like a child, I have to believe that there are still great adventures to be had and great stories that remain unwritten. I mean, how can we accept that life is ordinary and mundane we still dream in technicolour?