Thank you for your comments yesterday and this morning.
I confess that my curiosity was not without motive.
It began with this article in New York magazine.
Okay, so the article isn't that odd, but the tone of it set me to wondering just how sure New York were of their readership's ambitions if they could predict envy so confidently.
If New York are confident their readers would be jealous of a young author, just how many people out there want to make a living out of writing? New York City is full of publishers and media (Hi y'all), but to begin with in yesterday's comments box, it looked as though if everyone followed their dream the city would be full of writer-owned bars and bookshops, where would-be writers would meet and drink and talk about books.
Bloggers and blog readers might not be the best group with whom to carry out a survey on ambitions, it's true. It's natural that there be a bit of skew towards the literary. So that part of the motive didn't really get me anywhere.
There seems to be a theme in that people want to work for themselves; to own and run a shop or company of some kind, or be self-employed.
That's not odd. I mean, just as it makes sense to stop renting property and buy an apartment or house, it makes sense to want to stop giving the profit on your own work to someone else.
What is interesting though is that people's dreams centre on things which they don't necessarily need qualifications for...and these are the aspirations (I'm assuming) of qualified people. (Edit after Shana's comment below) Of course, to succeed at anything you need to have knowledge, skill and ability beyond the average, or there would be no differential between the sucessful and the average. That's why they are dreams...
On another level I was curious to see how many people are working towards their dreams.
On the flight from Detroit to Amsterdam the other week, Krissa and I watched the movie Madagascar. The zebra in the New York zoo, voiced by Chris Rock, is having doubts about his future:
Zebra: I dunno man, it's the same thing every day. I stand over there, I stand over here, eat some grass, I stand over there again. I dunno. Maybe I should go to Law School?