Dreams and some basic questions

I’ve just finished watching a film called Cashback (totally recommendable, I enjoyed it a lot). In one of the scenes, two of the main characters are talking about their life’s dreams. He wanted to be a painter and she wanted to travel South America.

This has made me think about what I want from life, what my life’s dreams and goals are. And, honestly, I have no idea.

When I was about 12-14 I wanted to be a DJ. One of my mum’s friends had a pub back in Motril and he even let me DJ once (at the age of 13!) I still remember it so well, I loved it. I even remember some of the songs I played. Among them, “Killer” by Seal/Adamski, “Unbelievable” by EMF, and “Groove is in the Heart” by Deelite. And I must have done well, because a lot of people complemented me on the night (although in hindsight I am not sure if it’s because they were feeling sorry for me!)

Then, later on in life, I wanted to become a teacher. And I tried very hard to become one. I did all my training courses and even worked shortly as a teacher of Spanish as a foreign language, and although I briefly enjoyed it, it was also very stressfull and decided against it. No, that was not going to be my career path.

And now, I don’t really know what to expect from life. If money was no object I can think of many a thing to do, like become a concert promoter or a fashion photographer. I could even move to the countyside and have a little farm. But money IS an object and I have to decide (or not) what I want to do with my life. Because that is the question. Is it really dishonourable to just live life and not worry about tomorrow? And I don’t mean it in the “carpe diem” sense, but in the “well, we’ll see what happens in two years time…” I am happy like I am at the moment. I have a great man who I’m going to marry in just a few weeks’ time, I have a good job, some good friends, and I am actually living one of the dreams I always had: living in the UK.

But, what happens when you’re content with what you’ve got?
When is it ok to stop desiring things?
And, is it okay at all?
Wouldn’t many people think that when you stop having aspirations then you’re dead inside?
Where’s my inspiration?