What do you REALLY want to be?
When I was a little tacker I was often given the encouraging advice that "you can be whatever you want to be - if you REALLY want it." Over the years I have often thought about the apparent absurdity of this advice. Cold hard logic tells us that we can't all be astronauts, world class orchestra conductors, pop stars, actors, champion weightlifters, NBA basketball players etc.. So why do those words of wisdom/encouragement still hang around in my head like a loiterer at a train station? Is it because I see that, after a fashion, we all become who want to be? An example would be a mate of mine who saw himself as a hard-boiled journalist. You know - the kind you see in noir movies wearing a hat with the peak tilted back, puffing on a rolled up cigarette and hammering away at an old typewriter. Well my friend became that very person before my eyes. Even I live my dream after a fashion - I am a writer in my day job (okay, it's not glamorous writing, but it is writing none...