This recession sucks. I’ve watched as slowly the dreams of many recent college graduates have been corroded from concurrent rejection across the board, and the passion of my friends has reduced to a vapid memory. I’m not immune to this affliction; I’ve become pensive in envisioning my future where before I imagined my future in a blithe and dreamy fashion.
I recently learned that a childhood friend of mine that had always dreamed of working in broadcast journalism has decided to forego the world of TV news and is pursuing a more tangible career in education. While this is the only specific, isolated example I can think of, it is disheartening. Not that education is by any means a deplorable field, but when a dream falls apart, where does all that hope go? And with one more throwing in the towel, I wonder if my time will come? Will I also soon succumb to the realization that my stable job will have to suffice and my dreams will take home on a dusty shelf within the museum of youthful dreams?