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The signposts to our divine purpose are in our childhood ambitions and obsessions.

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The weird and novel weavings of childhood ambitions and interests, especially when they are a mismatch of glorious nonsense, are the very seeds of genius and invention. They are how our species specialises and discovers entirely new pathways.

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Childhood ambitions are the rocket fuel for the rest of our lives when they come from our own curiosity and drive. They are the seeds of a passion that creates a life well lived. They are a needed part of a healthy brain. With it comes a healthy self that can make healthy relationships within a community that will come to need the skills they develop, even if they cannot see how at the time. So when we learn to trust these childhood ambitions and see them as the seeds of greatness, we all win. There is only happiness and freedom for one when it exists for all.

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It is these childhood ambitions that are our guide to the path that is ours to explore. Every lifetime comes with an adventure that is our lifeline, and our compass is built of curiosity and love. It is when the unknown becomes alluring and work becomes play. It is how a challenge becomes welcome and the resolve to achieve it arrives as if it were a prompt and well scheduled train.

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I always wanted to be an author, to write stories that brought people joy. I wanted to tell of the ways to love, how to be a source of greatness in even when your path is filled with sharp flints. I wanted to tell tales of the beauty that is everywhere if you dare to seek it, and that this universal love is enough to sustain you. I guess it's a sort of survival guide to hostile environments, or to a toxic era where the love we need to build our brains and have health is either in short or unreliable supply. So that was my childhood ambition, to save the world one little story at a time and grow the pool of love until everyone could at least see the pain that has been killing us all, to stop blaming other seafarers for the storm and instead help me in the only quest that can save us all.

Coming of Age

As a boy, all I wanted to do was to fly around space exploring new worlds. There's a part of me that still wants that adventure and know more about what's out there. But as I grew I realized the price tag that came with that life wasn't measured in dollars and cents. I'd never see my parents again, never be there if they needed me. I wouldn't have a wife and children; I'd never see Earth again. I guess that's part of growing up, understanding the finite nature of every life and with every opportunity you take there are so many others you cannot. If humanity ever conquers mortality I would go, knowing that whomever I left behind I'd see again in the future. Now all I want is a decent job that gives me enough to live on and time off for fun with family and friends. I want the kind of work life balance that has eluded my family for generations.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 18, 2015.
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Amelia put on her whites and tidied her hair under the net. She had dreamed of being a chef since girlhood, always watching cooking shows and trying to make the dinner. She was soon experimenting with recipes and developing her own, compiling a recipe book for when she made it big. Somehow it was taking longer to become famous. She made great food, the customers of the hotel sent back only compliments, so when was she getting the big break? When was she getting her own show and a string of restaurants?

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I was a story weaver as soon as I began to speak, fantasy worlds spreading from my mind faster than the weeds grew in the springtime. I made new worlds as easily as others learnt their alphabet. They spun in my cerebral cortex, sinking to the back of my consciousness after their creation. Always there was the new world to form, the improved version. I dreamed of making stories to entertain, to delight, yet no longer. Now I dream of telling stories to heal and unite, to take what is broken and make it work anew. In a way I'm still following my childhood ambition, it's just that I've modified it new "grown up" standards.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 17, 2015.