I've always been very sensitive to the needs of animals, particularly the more vulnerable, and during my teen years I used to dream of working with endangered wildlife. I imagined myself living a nomadic life, and hopping around the globe making a difference in their fragile world. At least during my early adult years when I’d be full of youthful energy and boundless enthusiasm.
But my life’s journey took a different turn as time went on, as life’s journey often does, and where I expected to be, and where I ended up are two different stories. I did not live a nomadic life; my life was, and continues to be, quite grounded. And I did not fulfill my dream of working with endangered wildlife; I simply supported different causes for many years...from a distance.
My life has been wonderful, and the road I took was a very good one, but I am someone who is guilty of losing sight of the future adventures I used to daydream about in my high school classes.
How about you? Did you lose sight of your dreams? Did you end up where you thought you would? Or did you change directions?