What did you want to become?
We talk a lot. We dream a lot. We remember a lot. And it was while remembering that I saw myself telling him about what I was used to dream before I was a grown-up. I never thought about this. It’s good to smile like this:
First I wanted to become a ballerina… Then influenced by a movie I wanted a Clyde so I could be Bonnie… Meanwhile, somewhere in the middle, on a Christmas afternoon I wanted to be an Olympic athlete and I thought I could start immediately in the living-room by doing somersaults on air… Consequences: an aquired brain injury and frightened parents.
But all these years I played a lot of being a teacher.
Then after opening a door on the side of my way I started to think that I wanted to be an actress. After, temporally, being it and seeing photos published in newspapers I closed that same door behind me and came back to what ever it is in my destine.
I was a teacher, but I kept on dreaming…
Now I’m in love with art, I have the attraction for danger (at least emotionally), I’m a bit crazy (after all I actually hit with my head), I have the power of lying and be who I am not (though I chose to not do it so I don’t lose myself) and forever (I think) books.
– Carlo, now it’s your turn…
Well…
Tripeiro dreams a lot, but not too much about what I wanna be when I grow up.
Altough, I remember one or two things that made me dream for some time.
- when on Primary School, I dreamed about being an Architect (when I got to secondary school, the Math’s teacher brought me back to reality…);
- some time later, “an adventure in the desert” made me believe that Sahara was right there and I could join the Touaregs and be a nomad all my life;
- Family reality brought me back to Earth and during high school I found out another dream: I want to be a journalist!
- I got my university degree and I really believe that my way was found, until I started working here and there and got the biggest disappointment of my life;
- Like her, I dreamed with a stage, but the stage-frighten made me turn my back to representation;
- The I became one emigrant more and until today I still believe that one day my tax form will say “Artist” – writer or photographer, one will be!
But there’s still a long way until I grow up, so I’m not that worried (cof, cof…)
p.s.: I remember that when I was a kid, I liked to play doctors, but I never felt it as a vocation (it’s more like a hobby…)
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January 28, 2007 at 5:56 pm
Playing doctors is nice, till one gets to an elderly stage
Gostei Jo.ana e Carlo, sem ser itrusiva, acho o vosso post highly recommendable para um dia frio como este aqui em Lisboa – bem sei que será small potatoes, considerando as temperaturas que vocês enfrentam todos os dias -, mas ainda assim, está de bradar!!!
No fundo, só mostram que são insatisfeitos por natureza, buscam o emotivo (o racional está ao expoente, parece-me ser dado adquirido em ambos), não põe comida na mesa, mas alimenta o espírito! Quando formos grandes ficaremos felizes só por conseguirmos chegar da sala ao quarto, no menor tempo possível e sem a ajuda da bengala!
July 21, 2007 at 3:14 am
Well, today i met Tripeiro in the wrong blue…such a metaphor reminded me Miles Davis, somebody who really did what he dreamed. Talking about dreams, I had always the feeling that I was what I dreamed, a musician, particullary a guitar player, but making a little self research I remember some funny icons of my young decisions that remind me that insecurity wasn’t a issue only of my past. I was born asking for a guitar, since I could move my hands, I was trying to explain my father that i wanted it…, fair enough, he understood seven years later when he bought my first guitar, a bit late, but i was happy. after 5 years i was already playing serious stuff. High school arrived and I stopped studying because my father couldn’t pay the lessons anymore, I thought it was only that, later I realized that he was terrified about me becoming a musician. Coming back to the dreams, High school was finished and I was meant by everything and everybody to be a lawyer, so…I began the Law School what it means also building with a lot of effort the dream of it, in between, the funniest, to become a Basketball player, which I was 5 years, almost a Pro in the end, so…, I stopped Law School in order to study finally what i really wanted to do, Music, in the University. Lotta trouble at home for years, whatever. All of this was a simply intro for….what we dream. Actually, if i look backwards, I can say that I’m what I dreamed about me some years ago, perhaps even more, finally understanding that Happiness might be in the “ser” and not in the “estar” (difficult concept to explain in English where “ser” and “estar” are the same, let’s skip that philosophical paradigm), I discovered myself by accident reading your blogs, and i wondered ….I could have been a writer. Perhaps what we should dream is keep being dreamers, and It’s very nice that here you can build you’re castle of dreams, I wanted to join, …if you don’t mind. Joanna, tanto tiempo, bueno que terminé aquí después de un pinball de links, me hacía falta pensar en mis sueños antes de irme a dormir, gracias Joanna y Carlo, hasta pronto. Marcos.
December 13, 2007 at 3:59 pm
Guess what? Your blog is amazing! I can’t remember when was the last time i’ve overcome such a good blog that almost all articles/posts were interesting and wouldn’t regret spending my time reading it. I hope you will keep up the great work you are doing here and i can enjoy my everyday read at your blog.
December 15, 2007 at 3:42 pm
very interesting, but I don’t agree with you
Idetrorce
December 20, 2007 at 4:45 pm
I would like to see a continuation of the topic
June 19, 2008 at 11:50 am
Somehow i missed the point. Probably lost in translation
Anyway … nice blog to visit.
cheers, Walter.