The Nondescript Mind Dreamin' Distinct

We were shopping the busy Citilink on Saturday when Hong looked at the youngsters walking alongside and suddenly lamented that we are no longer in that stage of life where the future is ours. It's like.... you know, when we were still in school, green and sprouting, teachers would spell that the future is ours and painted promises of us being the up-and-coming generation that will have nothing stop our wonderful dreams from realising....

That's right. When we were...

Having barely passed the quarter century, it didn't seem that we fit the bill of being ancient. (shopping for anti-wrinkle creams not counting.) But even as we bat our eyelid on that same blink, it did not seem out to tell anyone of less years that the future is theirs. (I am sure that is what my peers who turned teachers are freely telling their little customers of terror now)

Regretedly though, I can't even say that I have been there or done there - wherever or whatever "there" is. Have I missed the dream? or have I not even even dreamt before time has passed me by?

Even as I considered having a go at another degree, I am caught dumb when my LMMM knocks on me the question on what I would want to do eventually. I'd wanted to give a smart answer, or say I'll do something some big somebody does. But ermmm.... I can only manage a shrug and a big dunno.

Well, perhaps my brains' probably too empty to dream any big dreams of any big somebody at the moment. But Malcom Forbes (yes, the Forbes Magazine guy) said that education is suppose to replace an empty mind with an open one. Going by that logic, I guess I now know the smart answer the next time I am asked that same question. That will be to ply my mind open bigger than any big somebody's, open to more options. If everyone is the same as the other someone else, won't that be too boring?

Ah well, let's just hope my old brain won't be too difficult to flex open, and time may wait for me to dream my unique dream of the future mine: that distinct someone who's nondescript... And of course, realise the unclassified distinction.

"Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen." ~ Mark Twain

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