In this case, I am not referring to the cycle of images that surface from your subconsious during sleep. I am referring to the goal. The aspirations provoked from early childhood to be carried out in further years.
Today, after showing my host father the website of my family's business, he asked me 'What is your dream?'. As I had explained that I did not have the idea of joining in said business, or following in the footsteps of family members occupations, he was now curious as to what I do plan to do with my life. The pause that followed had nothing to do with lack of coherent italian speech. I really did not have an answer, I gave him the excuse that I usually use in such situation (that I am not sure yet, but am determined to work hard and take advantage of useful opputunities as to have whichever door I choose open to me), but that was not even close to what he wanted to hear. By rephrasing the question, he gave me option of saying something impossible, like a fùtbol player or a astronaut. But I didnt even have an illogical aspiration. All I could explain was that perhaps, I dont have one.
When further thinking about this, I gave myself possible answers: engenieer, translator, writer, pianist, director. All are possible and have been frequently considered as careers, never been erased from the list of options. But all are so laced with my skill/talents, logic, income, geography, school, retirement, grades, and lack of possible lost interest.
I have never thought that having my goals be so balanced with security made them any less worthy of being aspirations.
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So another season hits and you have so few blog entries! We are preparing for the piano recital in December - me and the other students. I like my piece a lot- one that my father wrote. Are you getting a chance to play piano ?
One of my current projects is to learn to cook risotto. Could you have your mama show you the italian way to do it, and then you can teach me when you return!
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