Fulfilled Dreams 1.2

Twice in my life have I managed to summit mountains of my dreams. I’m here to share that journey with you today, and the next one in another post.

Just like any seeds, its origin is ought to be understood in order to fully understand how it evolved through time. My first roots took place in Norway, and I had the fortune to grow up in this beautiful place for 15 years. It was then I was faced with a decision that no 15 year old should ever consider, to either stay with my father in Norway or go to America with my mother. My relationship with my mother at the time were drastically favored and such, i defaulted with my mother.

My roots were torn apart to set foot on a foreign soil, as I immersed in a foreign soil, everything I’ve understood about the world was different. As such, I had a lingering feeling of familiarity towards what I understood and know about the world. This is where the seed of my dreams began to take place. As I journeyed through the next 15 years, I always dreamt of coming back to my roots and live there permanently one day.

Quite often I’d find my self relating to the story of Salmons as they are born in a small pond. After some time, they will find their ways into the ocean and spend the next majority of their lives there until they reach maturity. Only then, will they use all their strength and will to swim up stream back to their roots, lay eggs and the cycle repeats.

At the age of 30, I’d finally managed to achieve such dream, I moved back to my old town, lived there for a few weeks, got a job, moved to a different town and began working. I lived the life of the locals and were fully emerged in the culture, I had my own apartment, my own independence, my own will. Everything that I could remotely imagine I had accomplished. There I was, at the peak of my dream, scoring all the goals, checking all the boxes, and suddenly it hit me.

At the peak of any mountains, lies nothing, but also everything depending on what’s been brought up there. In a similar way, after achieving my “dreams” I was standing on top of my mountain looking into the abyss, and quickly realized there’s nothing there. That’s when it hit me, dreams are apart of one’s journey through life, some gets to live out their dreams; whereas, others can only dream. To the fortunate ones like my self, I’m here to share to you that, in the end of that journey lies nothing but a dream.

Having the opportunity to fulfill this dream has allowed me to go through life and not wonder what that dream “may” be like, or worst, wonder what it’s like on my deathbed.

In the end, having dreams are equally important as not having them as they could derail our lives in direction unimaginable if not tamed. Choosing which dreams we’d like to see through and experience is also equally important as choosing which path not to experience and see through. As life has an endless amount of possibilities and experiences to enjoy. It is within our grasp to choose which path to embark on and journey through.

As such, I wish the best in your journey and may your dreams come true. Be careful what you wish for, it may just come true =)

Until next time, cheers!

Twice in my life, I've stood atop mountains I once only dreamed of conquering. Today, I'm here to share that journey with you, and another in a future post.

Understanding the origins of these dreams is crucial to grasping how they've evolved over time. My first roots were planted in Norway, where I spent 15 formative years. At 15, I faced a decision no teenager should: stay in Norway with my father or join my mother in America. Influenced by my relationship with my mother, I chose America, tearing my roots from familiar soil and thrusting myself into the unfamiliar.

As I adapted to this new environment, the seed of my dreams took root. Over the next 15 years, I held onto the dream of returning to my Norwegian roots permanently.

I often likened myself to a salmon, born in a small pond, venturing into the vast ocean, only to return upstream to spawn. At 30, I realized that dream, moving back to my hometown, immersing myself in the culture, finding a job, and embracing independence. Yet, at the peak of my achievement, I discovered an emptiness.

Standing atop my mountain, I realized that dreams are just waypoints in life's journey. Fulfilling them can be fulfilling, but it's the journey itself that truly matters. Having the chance to realize this dream spared me the regret of wondering "what if" on my deathbed.

In the end, dreams shape our lives, but we must choose wisely which ones to pursue. Life offers endless possibilities, and it's up to us to navigate its paths.

So, I wish you well on your journey, and may your dreams come true. Just remember, sometimes, the journey itself is the greatest reward. Until next time, cheers!