I chase my Canadian dream relentlessly, because the fighting spirit, an elusive commodity, which can only be truly obtained through physical labor, whose preciousness can never be precisely equated with monetary values, energizes me profoundly. Once self-considered to be one of those, who would comfortably reside in his world of familiarity for this lifetime, my desire in chasing a far-flung dream has unveiled to me aspects of myself that are surprisingly heart-warming.
In wanting to realize a seemingly impossible dream, I discovered my courage and ability to commit to what makes my soul sing with joy without bits of pretentiousness and effort; in wanting to be one with the country, of which I’ve been daydreaming about for more than a decade, I saw my flexibility and willingness to embrace a reality, which may not be of my heart’s desire; rather, for what it is, as cruel as it may be, that’s in front of me; in wanting to achieve my ultimate goal, I did my best to let go of the specifics, in terms of the details of how a dream is brought into its fruition, instead, I channeled my attention to improving the one and only element along the journey that I’m in charge of, me, while letting history unfold on its own term.
A sense of victory and a feel of vulnerability pretty much characterize the mood of many dream chasers. Chasing a fixed goal in a world full of uncertainty is exhilarating, taxing, and scary.