The trek more than lived upto its expectations. There was an abundance of breathtaking scenery at every turn and plenty of clean mountain air. Like any other Himalayan trek, it challenged everyone physically. And mentally.
The group I was trekking with had 2 children, one of them was an 11 year old girl who had come with her parents. It was her very first trek. She enjoyed the downhills and detested the uphills.
Somehow both of us ended up walking together. We talked quite a bit which was good as it helped both of us keep our mind off the effort. On one such day, she asked me a a question "What is your dream?". This simple straightforward question caught me off guard. I remember mumbling something very vague in answer since I really did not have one.
Dream. What IS my dream? Do I have one?
When we were kids, we were full of dreams. There were more dreams than we could ever accomplish. We knew that but it never deterred us. We still had our dreams and we boasted about them at every opportunity. We took pride in adding to the already long list of dreams.
Then we grew up. We started having ambitions. Ambitions translated into goals: mid term and annual goals. There are also the elusive 5 year and 10 year goals which we are expected to know before we go for any interview.
Where did our dreams vanish?
Are dreams the same as ambitions?
Do you know?