Balmy Days

21st June 2005

Vacation time also brings with it the necessity, but not the obligation, to reflect on future directions and choices.

Some choices are mundane and trivial, while others give the decider a sense of destiny.

I have believed for some time now that one of my destinies is to become rich through prudent investments in the stockmarket, though in what time frame is far from clear to me.


Yet I also hope to write a book, buy a large house, find a hunky yet intellectual soul-mate and achieve some form of fame, all within the remaining years of my life, which is indeterminate.

Yes, I have not yet lost the capacity to dream with age.

However, although I have matured enough to not set myself up to be disappointed in case any or all of those dreams aren't realised, I know that I have to believe wholeheartedly that I will achieve those aspirations in order to stand ANY CHANCE of achieving them.

The method is hazy in my mind, but I have some time till the end of the year to figure everything out.

In the meantime, I just wish to be content with the rather above-average sense of fulfillment that resides in my bosom.