I absolutely love Noel Gallagher's songwriting. Anybody that knows me can attest to this. I'm driving in the car and listening to his song Dreams We Have as Children. It's one of his lesser known songs, admittedly it's one that I haven't listened to all that often. The lyrics started to make me think. Here's the main line of the chorus.
While we're living
The dreams we have as children
Fade away
As I'm singing away in the car, I think about the lyrics. About things I use to dream about, things that I thought would happen. It made me realize how much I miss the innocence, and to an extent the fearlessness and even the brashness that comes with it. To think that anything is possible. Here are/were a few (don't laugh, it was naive, I know):
Play sports for a living
Have a super gigantic house (may as well be a commune) where all my friends and extended family could live.
Retire at 45
Meet the perfect woman and have the perfect family (there's no such thing as perfect)
Be able to eat whatever I wanted and still be healthy
Dreams have scaled down into ambitions, and again into goals. Goals which are within arms' reach. Everything now seems so calculated and deliberate, a matter of time and work. There's no magic anymore, the impossible is exactly that. No longer do I long for the extraordinary, but to simply hope to keep up with the ordinary.
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