Back in 2008 I made a decision that I was going to do something different with my life. I was living in Walton-On-Thames at the time. It was work that took me there, but I knew deep down that something needed to change. I was living, on my own, in a five bedroom house that had more space than I could fathom, the only company I had was two cats.
Back then the world seemed different. Everybody was obsessed with Facebook, and it was probably at the height of its popularity then. To say it’s changed would be an understatement. Back in those days it was more popular to poke somebody than it was to send him or her a message. Also, groups were the most popular aspect of Facebook.
I remember having a late conversation one night with my best friend Jessika. She was a young woman from Sweden but had lived in the UK since childhood. The more she spoke about Sweden, the more the idea of one day living there began to appeal to me.
So one rainy evening, I decided to join as many Swedish group pages as I could. There were ones that were dull those that just had the appeal of Swedish women as their tone, and there were those that I still belong to now. No matter how many groups I joined, there seemed to be one common factor. His name was Brendan.
Back then I had no idea how long it would take for me to move to Sweden. But day by day the notion and the idea became stronger. As the plan grew into fruition, I often thought about Brendan and wondered how his love of Sweden would end up. I still, to this day, have never known anybody with a passion for Swedish life!
I think it was about two years ago that Brendan moved to Göteborg to give up his life back in the UK and live the life of a student for two years. Whilst I was not surprised when I saw this, I still think it’s admirable. I read today that the two years is now up. The fika is closed; the flight is back home tomorrow. I’ve no doubts that, like many of his 80’s hero’s (long story!) in movies, this is just the start of a trilogy. The guy is a top man, and no doubt he will be missing the trivial things that us Brits living in Sweden often moan about (Booking laundry time, light beer, planning when to buy alcohol etc.…)
However what it does reflect is that life is too short not to chase your dreams. If you are willing to take a risk and sacrifice everything for life and dream you desire, then why not go for it?
Life truly is too short not to chase what you desire and yearn to achieve. If it works out then it is fantastic, if not then at least you had the determination and courage to go for it. Both ways will make you a stronger person.
The grind of daily life can suffocate our ambitions and dreams. Of course, it is hard to just give up everything and go for what you want. But when the last page is turned on the book of life, it is so rewarding to look back and know that you lived the life you truly wanted to live.
Life has no boundaries, just self-imposed horizons, make them as small as you want. Just never stop reaching for the end.
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