Life's Lost Adventure

In my late teens and my early twenties I used to dream about adventure. I used to beleive that I could inject some meaning into my life. Now that I am in my mid-twenties the memories of those dreams are fading fast. Each day that passes I lose another dream. Each phone call I answer I lose more hope. I work towards nothing. I have no purpose but to hold back the flood of emails and phone calls long to enough to receive that direct deposit twice a month. Each morning I scream at my alarm clock mistakenly thinking that the flood of customers has reached me at home.

My brother still dreams. His dream is to study photography and travel North America as a mailman. It seems silly, but consider the posibilites. He could deliver mail in Beverly Hills, or Honolulu. He can apply for transfers when a place becomes routine. Will it happen? Maybe. His dream will morph over the next few years. He will continue to attempt to inject meaning into his life. He will dream about adventure. Who am I to tell him it is only a dream?