Dreams Never Die

Hi. My name's Charlie, and you're reading my brand new blog.

I've never written a blog before. Although, when I signed into Blogger with my Gmail account, I found two posts that were 9 years old which I started writing during a family trip to Spain, featuring a lot of random Spanish phrases which I can only assume were horrific butcherings of the language created by Google Translate. I'm not entirely sure what I want to write on here, but I know that I want to write.

I'm in my final year of university, studying Theatre and French, and I'm hoping to find employment in the creative arts industry after I graduate. One of my greatest passions in the theatre industry is writing, and creating stories with deep meaning that resonate with people. Ever since I was really young, I've always had a creative mind, using the Notes app on my phone to write silly little stories about families adopting tiger cubs, and little girls with wild imaginations that come to life. My skills have only developed from when I used to spend hours after school bringing my ideas to the page, dreaming of one day writing novels and adapting them into films and video games.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss my childhood. Such a wonderful time when anything was possible, and my dreams were happening before my very eyes with such a strong imagination that I could practically touch them. Being a part-time actor, part-time hotel manager, part-time pop star, part-time tiger keeper, part-time train driver... it all seemed so easy. My sights are, of course, set a lot lower now - rather than trying to make it big on the stage, I'm looking into working backstage which is something I have really come to appreciate over the last few years.

Regardless, those dreams that 9-year-old me would act out to the world on seaside family walks and to the CD player in my London-themed bedroom are still with me. I like to think that they keep me ambitious, hopeful, and most importantly, creative. During a talk with my mum about jobs after graduating uni, I said the phrase "I need to do something creative, or I might lose myself", and never has something I have said rang more true. Ever since, I have had my gaze fixed on the creative horizon, aiming to sail towards a bright future doing what I love. And whilst I'm not quite out at sea just yet, have no doubt that I am building the boat to prepare for the journey - building my experiences, making portfolios and video CVs, and researching into the industry as much as I can.

Sometimes I wonder if that little starry-eyed version of me would be disappointed that I'm not doing everything that he ever dreamed of. And true, there are some things that I probably will never accomplish (most probably being a tiger keeper - my hyperfixation on them kinda died a long time ago), but that doesn't mean I'm not doing things that guard that same level of creativity. Sure, I may never be a big, touring pop star, but I still take pride in the songs I write and performing gigs at small pubs every now and then. I may never be a train driver, but I have traveled to so many different countries, and find a profound comfort in travelling through countrysides on the train when I go home for the holidays. I may never be an actor, but my uni course in Theatre and my role in the theatre society have given me tons of rich experience in the world of theatre. I may never be a hotel manager... and that's it. That's WAY too much of a responsibility for me. I think I just wanted to own a hotel that was entirely themed around tigers.

So... yeah. Hooray for blogging! I guess this was just a lil introduction to me and the kind of person I am. And this next chapter in my life, whatever it holds, I'll be dedicating to you, 9-year-old Charlie. I hope I make you proud.