I could bet that, at some point in your life, you once dreamed of being a pilot, an astronaut or a ballet dancer. What about a princess? Am I wrong? At least, you’ve seen small children say it, without even being able to explain exactly why, right? If not, you should get on your feet and find a way out of that deserted island, pronto!
How many of these dreams survive our or theirs 12th anniversary? What about adulthood? Such small a percentage that, statistically speaking, it would probably be meaningless.
What do these “dream jobs” mean exactly? Surely there are hundreds of studies from people far more qualified than me, but here’s my two cents:
We are a daring people, born to be explorers. But not only that. We were also born to create and we’re particularly keen on beauty. What “beauty” means, of course, is different to each of us, coloring our wonderful diversity.
What if children’s dream jobs were unbiased interpretations of these primal drives?
As we grow up, our surroundings and the people we connect to condition us towards the practical aspects of life, such as putting a roof over our heads and the need to make enough money to pay the bills. With little room to breathe, our ambition rottens. Instead of driving us to dream and to personal accomplishment, it deceives us into thinking that “having more” is better than “being more”. As we grow older, those dreams start to look more and more foolish every time we manage to pause our daily grind and look back.
Is our mind actually maturing or is it slowly rotting?
It’s not your fault, though. It’s our society’s fault. But perhaps not as you may think: our society never allowed the future promised to us “to step forth”.
You see, if instead of one blue planet, Mankind were to be present in 100 planets, there would be opportunities and room for a lot more successful ballet dancers and astronauts. And other “fringe” jobs, as I like to call them. There would be enough resources and money to go around (if properly distributed … yeah, I know). Nobody would have to worry about making a living off fringe jobs.
All the new events we’d witness and be exposed to: there would be a lot to discover, a lot to inspire us into creating new things – not the endless reboot-remake-sequel-ridden era we seem to be living and see going on in pretty much everything.
Now let’s go wild: Our daughters want to be Princesses? Fine! If we were to be present in 100 worlds, we could have a new political system for these new planets where politicians would have a temporary royal status (remember the political system in Naboo, in Star Wars Episode I?). I’m not judging if royalty makes sense or not here. I’m just trying to make a point. That even the hardest thing we may conceive could be within our grasp.
You see, “space is boundless”. “The possibilities are endless”. And “The limit is (indeed) our imaginations”. The clichés are all true.
Our old world, on the other hand, as it stands today, is slowly collapsing onto itself. This reboot-remake-sequel-ridden era is just the beginning. Repressing our dreams and, with them, our primal drives could eventually drive us all mad. There’re already several events, apparently unrelated, that substantiate this (ex.: growing suicide rates among the young, hideous crimes in our schools, depression figures among young adults …)
Nothing was ever accomplished without someone having dreamed it first. But our dreams of late are having no consequence (except perhaps in the video-game market)
In space lies the answer.
And the realization of the dreams you no longer dare to dream.
Bruno De Marques.