Goals

In life whether we realise it or not we all have some kind of goal that we have set in the back of our minds.

This goal may be something we know that is set something for example we see ourselves to have completed by a certain age that we have given our selves a time limit on, or day of a year.

Some goals we may not even realise that we have set to be goals per say, these are things like just making through the day, each minute leading to an hour as we come closer to that day we are living ending.

Let’s face the reality of goals and the reality of reaching them before we state that ‘I will by the age of 30 be married to the perfect partner have the best job, the garage with the 2.5 perfectly behaved children, and savings in the bank’ as we hit the age we have set our minds to and suddenly that goal we set that we were adamant would be the way it is, simply is not the way it is as we are still single, working in a job if we are lucky enough to have any form of gainful employment that is not the dream job we had painted in our minds eye.

Much less having that dream partner, as we have discovered that we are some bodies back up call at 2 am in the morning, for when they are out and about and don’t get lucky.

They know we are home, waiting for their call to come and have that casual sex that we hope we pray will turn into some kind of fairy tale romance, when the cold hard reality is we are no more than that 2am fuck.

Nothing is about to flourish from this, no relationship is about to bloom yet in the back of our minds as desperation to reach that goal we had envisaged, sets in, and fades into the distance, we hold out that last breath in hopes that maybe just perhaps that person we let into our beds and will drop whatever for at 2am will actually be their when we wake up one morning.

We hope that something somehow will change how desperate we have become to fulfil this goal that was simply unrealistic in the first place, as we continue to settle for less than second best, right before we hit rock bottom and crash and burn with a giant failure labelled under ourselves.

As the hope of the 2 car garage becomes no more than a dream that once was the cold hard reality sets in that maybe we had set our goals too high for how we may have imagined life to have turned out by this age we had in mind.

Maybe we have watched one too many Hollywood movies where the couple get married into a life of perfection with a white picket fence and the perfect kids who don’t really exist, they are only real on the screen writer’s dialogue.

But this is what we had set our life goals on, this white picket perfect fucking dream, the Hollywood silver screen Casanova the titanic of real life that we are sinking in or the real life Bermuda triangle that we are really fucking lost in.

My god panic sets in as we realise that not only do we settle for less than second best, but we are willing to take anything at this point just to fulfil that promise we set that goal we made one New Year’s Eve over 2 decades ago.

Raising our glasses to toast in the new  year, or raising our bongs as we smoked cones with our friends, who now seem to have that perfect goal we all set ourselves that new year, but you well your perfect ending is not exactly the perfect goal you had set out to have.

No you’re the reason they invented those fail posters, and you will continue to be the reason why those posters that read fail underneath them are circulated as you continue to set goals and never reach them.

Why is it you never succeed in reaching your goals you ask yourself?

Not admitting the actual reason is because those goals your setting are not your goals per say, nor are they realistic, but at the time you make these things that you have set some time frame on you don’t care, about how realistic they are, nor what you have to do in order to half kill yourself to try to reach them, you are willing to take on the devil in the race for world dominance because you said you would own the world by the age 25 and be married to Mr or Ms perfect by 30.

The reality is life is not always going to go to plan, it doesn’t work this way, life is a road that is not always straight and narrow, GPS is not always going to steer you in the right direction, life is a twisted assortment of health, nature, and any other obstacle that can do and will get in the way whilst you’re driving down the free ways.

You will realise that there are stop signs, that you had not put into the entire I will have plan, give way signs, and dead ends that were not a 2^nd thought when you had set a goal that was based upon the silver screen that is written by some love struck Romeo who made it into the glitter of film writing, or porn whichever came first.

You start to realise that children regardless of who they are, or who tells you that they have the perfect kids are never perfect, the image you have of babies is not the way it is in reality, as the sleep deprivation and breast-feeding becomes a living nightmare, the fights between siblings is almost a joke and the you love him more than you love me is a reality as the wrinkles start to show on your face.

We set these things we call goals, without  thinking about the reality of them, and if the goal we are setting ourselves is a dream more than a goal, knowing that in reality a goal is finishing a sentence without forgetting what the next word was going to be, or making sure you have paid the rent that week, or maybe paying off a bill that is about to come around and bite you, a dream is that white picket fence, that doesn’t exist, but in your mind’s eye, it did, you know it did.