I ran into an old blog from when I was much younger. Looking back at old excerpts of my past is both enlightening and depressing. I've come so far in those years and yet a small part of me finds that I would rather not reminisce about a darker time of my life. Staring me in the face are all the possibilities that I didn't pursue, all the hopes I had abandoned, all the mistakes that I have made.
More so, I find it unsettling to see the list of old friends who were on the account, their own blogs as unattended to as my own. Names that look alien to me now, memories that are so foggy that the people behind them would be as though strangers to me now. They're not behind those names anymore and the accounts stand like gravestones to what was once held important to my younger self.
Like rising from the grave, my memories stalk me and throw into sharp relief what I have let myself give up on.
For a few years now, I've been heavily contemplating change yet seldom pursuing it. The circumstances never feel right, yet circumstances are never right to chase your dreams. It's a gamble, a chance of failure biting at your heels the entire journey.
I think I'm going to take a serious look at pursuing my dream. I want to examine the possibility of moving to California and finding a job at the Disney Parks. Even if it wasn't something as glamorous as a character actor, I have always dreamed of being a little piece to the magic that they make.