"What were your dreams when you were younger?"

Today I happened to read the question and thousand things came up, but not an answer. I don’t remember and it sounds terrible, I feel compelled to come up with something. If I concentrate my thoughts, I will surely remember.

Of course, how can I not have dreamt to become a veterinarian? I remember my mom wanting to be a stewardess to travel the world … but I didn’t. One of my brothers wanted to be a fireman, great. Not me. My daughter wants to be a writer and get into Princeton. Chapeau! Still don’t remember. Is this selective memory or a senile moment?

Still, I really didn’t want to be anybody. Lack of ambition and goals set?

Don’t think too much, just answer, I invited myself.

I did not have dreams when young, I was living my life enjoying being a girl. I wasn’t thinking at what I wanted from my life. I left dreams, illusions, expectations, delusions, wishes, goals, prospects, ideals to when I was older. Weak theory to support considering my favorite book is “The Little Prince”. There is no bigger dreamer: the planet, the rose, the elephant, the snake and the hat …

Anyhow, I didn’t stop there and randomly asked my closest friends and the answers were the most disparate:

"Still young and dreaming!". "I always dream and will do it forever!"

The word dream was interpreted night dream and someone told me that they still remember their recurrent dreams being nightmares (thank God they didn’t come true!)

Now.

This coming in the moment of the year when I review my 2009 resolutions (accomplished and failed) and list the new ones for 2010 is insanely appropriate. How inspiring is to begin the list with the exhortation: Dream!

Happy New Year.