Somtimes I forget

Just watched a movie today with an old friend, Jerrick, an ex-classmate in my arts and events management class. One of those in the gang who is always up to something...treks, marathons, bagpacking trips, exhibitions, arts events and such.

The movie was so-so, it was the post-movie dinner that was interesting. Dinner was noing fancy, foodcourt with a view, it was the conversation that was awesome. It has been some time since I've been inspired talking to someone. It's not that there are no extraordinary people around me...in fact there are quite a few. It's just that sometimes you are rushing from point A to point B, always caught up with something. You lose touch with dreams and inspirations and then you forget.

In my younger days, Uncle Chris taught me how to dream. He always believed in me, that I could be a dancer, I could play the piano like Richard Clayderman. That it's ok that I am not holding the most prestigious job because I am one of the most well-travelled young ladies he knows and that I'm a lucky girl. And I am comforted.

And then you are caught in a game of comparison, of who is making bigger bucks and being more successful and you feel small and afraid to be what you are.

And all it takes is speaking to someone like Jerrick. His courage to follow his dreams in life and his passion for travel is simply inspirational. As we converse, I thought: hey I could do this too! I can be brave too!

I told him I would like to be a writer and he said his dream is to live and work overseas and experience the world.

When I got home, he sent me a text message and told me to inform him when I have my first book or publication published, he'll go buy it. And that I am welcome to visit him when he lives overseas.

I was going to reply "yeah, I'll dream harder tonight". Then I paused and thought, when there is someone who believes in you, there is no reason why I shouldn't and I said "yeah, sure".