If you have a dream, a fantasy, a misguided belief in yourself (or others), then welcome to the demise of those dreams. Allow me to kill those dreams, those dreams that you hold so precious in your heart; the ones you keep only to yourself because you know others will laugh at you.
We all have them….a dream of becoming a famous writer, an actor, a movie star. To own a big yacht, a private tropical island, and eat whatever we want.
The truth is that most of us won’t live our dreams….boo hoo. Isn’t that sad? What about all those self help gurus talking about “if you can visualize it, you can do it!”?
They lied to you. I’m not here to lie to you….I’m merely here to kill your dreams. Is it really a dream or a self damaging fantasy you cling to as an excuse for your own shortcomings?
Let’s be realistic, shall we? You are at your present stage in your life because of the choices you made. You might not have wanted to be working in your career path but you are. You thought you would have written a great novel by now but you haven’t. You wish you were a multimillionaire but you aren’t. Are these things you can change?
Sure, you could change them…but you won’t. Instead you’ll complain how you don’t have enough time in the day to get your work done, you need to do this or that, you weren’t lucky in life, your family was poor, your parents didn’t love you, and your cat moved to the neighbor’s house.
You don’t need me to kill your dreams. You have already done it yourself. You have chosen to visualize your life exactly where it is at. It is your destiny. I don’t have to kill your dreams; you’ve done it already. But to be fair, I’d love to kill them. I’d love to throw them under the bus of life and watch the wheels crush them. I’d love to see the horror of the people on the sidewalk see your dreams being crushed under those huge uncaring bus tires.
Where would you be when your dreams are dying? You are one of the many passengers on the bus going along on a bus ride you don’t like. You are sitting there calmly, looking at your IPod, listening to some song (that has nothing to do with your future) and wondering to yourself, why the bus has stopped?
The bus has stopped because you allowed Kevin to kill your dreams! But did I really kill them? Or did I merely point out to you that your dreams are dead underneath the bus’ tires?
Am I the cause of your failures? The cause of the death of your dreams? Can you honestly blame a blogger in another part of the world for killing your dreams?
So send over your dreams and I’ll kill them for you. You can then blame your life on all the worthless advice I’ve given you over the past several years. You know you’ll feel better when you come to terms with the death of your dreams. And one day you’ll thank Kevin the Dream Killer and all his worthless advice.