When I Grow Up...

When I grow up, I'd like to be a fire truck. Well at least that's what my little brother proclaimed at age 3. When quizzed as to whether he intended to say fireman, or at least fire truck driver, he maintained his previous statement wishing to become a fire truck. This desire was later confirmed when he was found standing atop the toilet bowl "extinguishing" imaginary fires one evening. He is now 22 and suffice to say, not a fire truck.

Which leads me to the point of this blog entry. Are you today, as an adult, the very thing it is you thought you'd become when you were a child? As children growing up in a modern western society we are told that we can be anything we want be. We simply have to invest enough of our minds and our hearts into any goal and hey presto, dreams really do come true.

One problem. While hard work pays off over time, laziness pays off now. We build everything around us to accommodate convenience, comfort and entertainment. Add to that the vast amount of information there is available on any given field of endeavour, which one much learn and process to gain entry to that field, let alone reach the top of it, providing of course that you managed to elbow past the sea of other humans looking to take your spot and it's not surprising that we, as fully functioning adults, find ourselves predominantly displeased with our current lot in life, individually speaking. It's called a bell curve and statistically speaking I'll bet most of us sit squarely on the mildly grumpy mark.

I propose a cure.

In the immortal words of Mr Bobby McFerrin;

"Don't worry. Be Happy"

Oh some days I'm such a simpleton.