This post is partly inspired by one from my friend Blue – over here.
I’m not writing about the same topic – but, in some ways perhaps I am.
Who doesn’t have dreams and aspirations when we are young?
Crap that we are brought up with (in my personal case), garbage that society feeds us about a woman’s role in life and the eternal prince who will one day arrive, and then, as we get a head on our shoulders – we find our own dreams. (without a shitty prince)
A great career. Travel the world. If we are lucky – maybe a good relationship with someone. That’s probably the most difficult one. But I thought I did most of those.
One day, we sit down. We know some of those dreams won’t come true. And it hits hard I tell you.
When I told my mother i was going to chuck the UK and live in Spain – she said dismissively – ‘Castles in the air,’ – but it was the one she visited in the end. So, maybe not a castle, but I still got there. To my personal castle in Spain.
But now, where I am I? Able to afford those trips to Africa, South America, Central America etc etc etc that I wanted? Of course not. I’m counting the pennies per day. I joke not.
You make financial plans. You add net present value (yeah I can do that) – and, NPV doesn’t quite equate for the glorious US of A fucking up the world economy so well.
What else? Well the UK govt decides to keep increasing the pension age. Thanks. That is so unhelpful. I paid 40% fucking tax, shagged my arse off and I can’t even get back into the country where I was born and get jack shit nada.
Oh, this wasn’t the point of the post.
My dreams and aspirations are now only hoping to be able to survive. A bit like my friend.
When you realise you can’t realise your dreams – the hope dies. I know where she is coming from.
And then – you have to change your aspirations. Ain’t quite the same though. Can I earn enough to live – is not the same as – can I plan my trip to South America?
More simply – where do I get the money to even live?
Oh and to any smug bastards who think people have not been ‘prudent’ – don’t even go there. We all try for a life. Any critics and I will have your fucking arse. If you dare go there.