When I was in high school, months before graduation, I attended a self-motivation seminar. My school decided to have the seminar in order to boost the students’ motivation prior to National Exam and College Entry Exam. It then becomes a tradition of my school until know. Long story short, the memories of those three days were hazy in my mind right now, except for one thing.
At the end of the seminar, we were asked to write our dreams in a piece of paper, as detail as it could be. The paper then were sent to our parents with a personal note from a teacher. I still remembered that I couldn’t careless to show it to my mom at the that time, so I opened it and just showed the letter, and I got to keep the dream paper. I hold into that for so long, it had been traveled with me to whenever I go.
When I moved to my rented accommodation in college, I had a board which I put anything that I believed have memories for me. Photos from childhood, random tickets from cinema, and my dream paper made the list. I put the dream paper in very first layer, so that anytime I had something new to be put on, it disappeared in the background. Until the day I moved out. I re-read the paper and I realized how some things that I wrote have became true and some were waiting to be realized.
Then I moved to Seoul. Different board, different things. But the dream paper always in the background. Last year, I packed all my stuffs and moved back to Indonesia. I re-read the paper again and the same feeling appeared. That I decided my journey when I was 17. Not everything went by the 17 years old David, but the optimism of 17 years old David has put me where I was at that time.
Fast forward to last week. It was a rough week at work. I’m not sure that I have this downer David cycle in me, but I’m not having it. Then after everything got better by yesterday, I just realized that maybe the 17 years old me could teach me a lesson. David at 17 has dream, big dream. David in 26 seems to give up, rests everything in the moment. plays safe, and sucked into the life of salary men.
So, I believe that this is the time to bring back my dream paper. To remind me what it is all about and why it is worth fighting for.
I have to dig deep into one of my suitcases, have a board, and stick the paper as a reminder: that dreams of 17 years old David do come true, and it there’s so many things, great things, that I can accomplished in coming years.
After watching 2 Sondheim’s musical in a row.