I have one simple wish for when my children grow up; I want their hearts to be free, their souls to be nourished, and their burdens to be few.
Part I: About a boy
It was Senior year, he had taken all the classes his parents told him to take and ended up with a very high GPA as well as a partial scholarship. When asked what college he was going to, he answered with the same college his mother went to. When asked what he wanted to major in, he answered with the program his dad guided him toward.
He chose finance because, well, money makes the world go ‘round. His parents assured him he would have no trouble finding a job after college and that his salary would be along the lines of what he had been raised on. His parents had money, and their spending whether it be on the design of their beautiful home, or extravagant trips, was never a secret.
He graduated with a Business Degree in Finance and got a job with a local branch of a Wall Street giant. Less than a year later, when the greed and corruption of floating money hit the fan, he was let go. He moved to Tampa to follow his fiancé, and has been crunching numbers with the same company for over 10 years.
He eventually married his high school sweetheart, bought a nice house in the suburbs, and had a couple of kids, but he wasn’t happy. Why wasn’t all of it enough?
It wasn’t enough because he was living someone else’s dream.
He sacrificed his love of art, and his dreams of living in a big city. He never took his musical talent seriously, even though music is what nourishes his soul. He liked the attention of exotic girls, and imaged himself dancing with them until the wee hours of the night at an underground nightclub in London. The image of himself in his heart and in his soul, were unrealistic compared to who he had to be in the eyes of others, so he killed them.
He stopped dancing. He stopped making art. He stopped making music. He hated his job. He got divorced. He felt like he sacrificed it all, for what?
His soul was lost in an American Dream he didn’t create. It’s like a version of the Truman Show where everyone is controlling your life without you realizing it. One day you wake up, and go “who’s life I this? Who am I?”
He lives without true freedom, without a happy soul, and with more burdens than he can carry.
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