This is a song about chasing your dreams and ignoring those who try to dissuade you because they think it is a waste of time.
Everybody should have dreams and strive for them, otherwise what is the point of being alive? I truly believe that with a little willpower, it is possible to achieve your ultimate desires; history is full of such people.
Some people choose to be proactive but others simply wait until they are older and add desires to their bucket list when they realise that death is approaching.
I know that death is following me around and while I am doing my best to outrun him, I am relatively content not to create a bucket list of things that I feel I need to do before the Grim Reaper finally impales me on his scythe.
To be honest, I feel it’s now too late to try some of the things I would have attempted as a young man.
Age and sensibility have taken over and, for example, the very idea of hurling myself out of an aircraft with nothing but a huge silk sheet attached to my back with rope does not appeal to me in the slightest.
I might actually have tried it at the age of 20 when my fear of heights was non-existent.
Other features of growing old would simply interfere with such desires.
That’s not to say that I don’t have dreams – I do. But the difference is that I don’t want to achieve them just to cross an entry off a list and boast about my achievement to other people. I don’t want to tell my mates that I swam naked in the Mediterranean Sea for many reasons, not least of all that the mental image of me stumbling into a cold sea showing my fat arse and worse would be something that they would never forgive me for.
An image like that remains etched in the area of the brain marked “OH MY GOD!” for eternity.
Friends' response would almost certainly be a tsunami of verbal abuse that would make Quentin Tarantino run away in shock.
Actually, I realise that I may have given you the same mental image of a strategically shaved ape waddling into the sea, dear reader. I am truly sorry about that.
My dreams are personal ones and a lot of them are ongoing. Additionally, there are some that I haven’t even thought of yet.
I believe that no matter how old you get, you should continue to strive to make yourself happy with achievable and pleasant dreams that you can still manage. Put aside thoughts of having a dangerous liaison with the Angel of Death – you can’t do anything about that but you may bring forward the date if you decided that abseiling down the Eiffel Tower was something you feel like you must do.
What’s wrong with making an effort to be nice to people?
What about travelling?
What about writing that book of your innermost thoughts that your family friends can enjoy after the Grim Reaper carts you away?
All of the above are on my list, as is meeting as many new people as possible (as long as I can rid myself of the Shyness Beast).
Such things are easy, dear reader.
I bet you’re still thinking about a naked ape in the Mediterranean aren’t you?