I truly believed that there was a man living in the moon – my young eyes were adamant that I could picture his shadow. I looked out my window for a few years, secretly hoping that I could witness santa’s slay. And how I prayed for my next tooth to come out, so the tooth fairy could pay me a visit – the best year being when the fairy only had a £2 coin.
In a childhood that was sometimes painted with walls of loneliness, these naive imaginations, were like sheets wrapping me up in child-like qualities. They were a true testament that I was a kid.
To this day, I watch Cinderella and I am transported back to being 5 and striking my mind with beliefs – that good people always have the magical fairytale. To say this now, I could be an opportunist, or a disillusioned soul. Unless you leave school with remarkable results, you are soon expected to snap back into reality; choose a more reliable path.
The millennial generation, have been branded in the press as “selfish”, “lazy” and “entitled”. We have been brought up to want it all, or as a Daily Mail article published back in February this year said, “A generation with a huge sense of entitlement”.
My mother taught me to do what I wanted and what made me happy. I think I had all the ambition one could promise, only I had no real placement of where to go. I loved writing – minus the poetry that I couldn’t relate to or the books that made me want to actually fall asleep – no matter how much of a literary masterpiece they were classified. The university courses that had accepted me, didn’t make me want to reach.
What’s been notable in the last decade, is the shift from intellectual to creative. In my eyes, creative careers have more guidance than ever before. Makeup schools are plentiful and even social-media is now a ladder to a work route. The idea of travelling the world shooting people and not doing a 9-5 – creativity offers this affluence. You see it on Instagram and you see it with individuals that are our age. That makes us want to not be pigeon-holed into one specific plan.
Our eyes are open. We are a generation that has some form of control in the media. We can have multiple career titles and brand ourselves as if we are advertising to the market.
Unfortunately, this internet freedom, means the competition is vigorous. The likelihood being, that all the followers you have amassed, want their blog to be earning; they want their social accounts to be brimming with emails for free clothes, cosmetics and holidays. Statistically, few make the top floor window.
The bubble bursts – in addition to realising your individuality and fight against the stereotypical path to success is not so individual – 500 million active instagrammers – you contend with the understanding that being an influencer, has a similar percentage to being a Hollywood star.
Quite enough to make you want to run to the nearest office. Be that as it may, we have the tools on offer to utilise and a hunger that rose with us as we aged. We see more dimensions and we know that true determination, takes us further away from the net.
Besides, life sure looked better with those childhood dreams. Now we have the motivation to pursue them.
Would you consider yourself a dreamer and have you ever been told to be more realistic?
Photography by Robert Billings