It was a shock to walk past an old dream the other day, slumped against the footpath, dirty, scratched, and somewhat more diminutive than in my recollections. In my youth, this (now rusting) blue lump of metal was my symbol for grown-up success - it was the car that I’d drive to my dream job as a successful career woman. But always out of reach financially, this car remained a dream for years, before being long forgotten as other dreams parked in its view.
Danish philosopher Søren Kierkegaard was never fooled by shiny pieces of metal. If you could wish for one thing in your life, what would it be? For Kierkegaard, it wasn’t wealth, power, or even fame, since such pleasures fade over time, and ultimately disappoint, much like…
