A few days ago, we caught up with some friends on some news. We had a nice evening, chatted about this and that, until I asked about the wife’s job. She mentioned she’ll only do the job for a certain time anyway and when I asked about her plans afterwards, they looked at each other, then looked at us and told us their plan. They are going to buy a goat farm in Southern France and become farmers.
A goat farm? Southern France?
In case you are wondering: no, they don’t have any experiences with running a farm. Nor do they have any experience with goats. But they are going to do it anyway. Because it has been a dream of both of them. Even before they met, they dreamed about buying a farm one day. And that’s what they are doing now.
I mentioned that this sounds like a brave thing to do. They answered that, for them, it was an easy thing to do. A brave thing would be to stay here and continue to work in an environment where it is expected to collect overtime without ever taking it. Where it is expected to work until late evening although you have a family at home. Where it is expected to work on weekends, just like that, although again you have family at home. Where you get two-year contracts and never know where you’ll end up after that time. An environment where you are just seen as work power and not as human being anymore.
So, a goat farm. In Southern France.
That evening, Karsten and I had troubles falling asleep. Both of us were thinking about this goat farm. And about dreams. And both of us tried to think of something that would be the equivalent of a goat farm in our lives.
It’s not easy. I am still thinking about it and I guess I will be thinking for quite a while. I don’t have such a strong dream that I could immediately name. I always wanted to be a writer. But the reason why I don’t follow that dream is because I am not disciplined enough to sit down and write a book. Maybe that means I wouldn’t be a good writer anyway. After I did an internship at a beautiful open-air-museum in Northern Germany I decided that my dream job would be to be responsible for the interpretation of this museum. To live at the Baltic Sea, cycle to work every day and spend the work day in such a beautiful environment. To tell stories.
But is that comparable with a goat farm? I don’t think so. It’s not like giving up everything to start something completely new.
At the beginning of this year, a youtube video made it into the news. A student at a university poetry slam session with a text about the song “one day” (baby we’ll be old and think of all the stories that we could’ve told…). About the procrastination and the laziness of today’s generations. About the dreams that are never lived because no-one decides to follow them and because no-one dares to make mistakes.
There is nothing better to made you rethink your life than someone your age who buys a goat farm. But I still haven’t come up with a similar dream. I am not talking about traveling or about doing a bungee jump. I am talking about life-changing decisions. Life-changing decision that completely excite you because it’s something you always, always wanted to do.
And yes, of course is the little one a dream of us that came true. But that’s something different. You can’t build your whole happiness around a child, can you? After all, that’s pretty unfair towards the kid. And one day, the children will grow up and will life their own lives, and then what?
What if I don’t have a dream? Is that maybe a general problem of our generation? Are we a generation without dreams? Do too many young people nowadays resigne themselves to working on short contracts, to moving every second year, to long distant relationships because it’s barely possible to find a good job for both partners in the same city? Do too many people just accept to settle for the average? I would never agree to say that our life is dull. On the contrary, it is far from dull and I am very grateful for a lot of things. Yet why do I suddenly feel boring because of a goat farm?
I don’t have a big dream. Anyway, how often do you find mutual dreams? In a marriage, there is no use in following just one persons dream. What about the partner? I am pretty sure that, after a few years, the other one would be somehow frustrated because it’s not a mutual dream. But there is a mingle-mangle of general wishes. Like living near the sea. Raising the little one close to nature. Not feeling the need to count every penny. Being close to the family. Living a life with good friends. Having a job that allows you to spend at least half of your energy on your loved ones. And somehow making a difference.
So what do I do? Just wait for a life-changing opportunity and hope that I’ll recognise it as one when I see it?
So many questions just because of a goat farm…
What about you? Feel free to make use of the comment function this time! I would love to know your dream! What’s your goat farm?