dreams and reality.

Within a typical day the average single person will create over 186 conflicting thoughts about love. They will tell themselves things like, “This is a good time to be single” within the same stanza as, “I’m horny, everything’s fucked.” This is normal, and is reflective of the human experience. We are store-bought bundles of poetic observations, clever humour and kisses. Oh dear god we are good kissers. Did we mention this? Upon the well-timed mouth we’ll make you forget every insult you’ve ever been given. … You just have to find us. We just have to find you. – Jason Heazlewood.

I’m not so sure about the ‘186 conflicting thoughts about love’, but what I do know is that I love everything about this Frankie article. I love the topic, I love the structure, I love the descriptive words and the way it flows like the thoughts of someone creative, passionate, and of course, literate. I love that it is purely based on someone’s own opinions; no interview is mentioned, no real hard facts or figures need to be given for it to be a worthwhile piece.

I love that when I read it, I know that this is exactly what I want to do with my life. I want to write. I don’t mind having to research a little for it, I don’t mind having to tell someone else’s stories for it. So long as I can tell it in my own words, with the freedom to be as descriptive and creative as I choose, I’ll be happy. I don’t mind having to start from the bottom and work my way up, either. Hell, I don’t believe I deserve to be able to jump straight in and get what I want - dreams don’t come that easily. I’m just not quite sure which door to open. And I don’t want to choose the wrong one and work my way up, only to find that path won’t actually lead me to my dream destination.

As the up and coming generation of workers, we have been told we can do what we want, if we put in the effort we can acheive what we want. So why would we think otherwise? Why should we settle for less? We have hundreds of options, most of which we aren't interested in. For those of us who know what we want to do, that's plan A. Often, there is no plan B. And the more I think about this, the more my optimism fades away and I wonder what will happen if plan A doesn't work out.

You’d like to think that already ‘working’ at a not-for-profit magazine organization would have me feeling like I’m moving in the right direction, opening the right door, at least. But unfortunately, this isn’t the case. Hopefully that can start changing as of next week because the excitement I get from having even the smallest part of my writing published online, is a feeling too good to ever give up on.