Dreams are ten a penny..

What did you want to be when you grew up? How different is reality to what you thought it was going to be? We were all going to be successful and happy and live long exciting lives…. And then you discover that life is more complex than that. The girlfriend you love pisses off and marries some other doos, and the chic you do marry gains 30 kg just after you marry her and decides she doesn’t like sex anymore. What you study to be at university is suddenly not quite as good because of the downturn in that specific sector of the economy, and becoming a plumber would have made you a helluva lot richer than studying medicine for 6 years. And yes, you can now afford to buy the Porche you were going to drive when you were 30, but then the kids can’t go to university and the house will definitely not be paid for, and anyway – you now have a boep and you’re bald and the chicks don’t dig old fat people in sports cars. And on top of that driving the car to work every day in Joburg is not quite the same as parking it in front of the casino in Monaco after you’d raced it down all the way from Paris where you were going to have that little apartment overlooking the Eiffel tower. And you’ve given up on the small ship in the harbour because you get seasick…

Me? I was going to be a chopper pilot…