I enjoy the idea of setting real goals. They establish betterment. It keeps (most) people sane. Picture Martin Luther King. The Fuhrer. Castro. Men with big dreams.

I like it. But I like it more, passively.

Personally, I don’t set goals because it may be a hindrance to better things. I’m not talking about cutting commitments. Trust me, I’m married to my better half at twenty-six years of age; with the help of the Man upstairs. I’m talking about being so fixated towards your dream you miss out on better opportunities.

I refuse to chase a ladder without the possibilities of it splitting midway — not as in crumbling into half, but having two routes. Most people prefer a beeline, of course. I’d be lyin’ if I said otherwise. A straight course feels easier. If not, it presents itself better — more focused, determined, single-minded.

But I beg the question of necessity or value in these so-called distractions — So what if it eats up your time? What if it spun better things? What if it overwrites your initial goal and renders it worthless?

While most draw the perseverance card (and I get totally respect that), it constitutes much of a loss to me. A goal is made in mind to achieve one thing, and one thing only. Visions, on the other hand, are often defined in a broader term, and I’m cool with that.

There’s nothing inherently wrong with setting goals, though. If i were to make any, they won’t be set in stone. Instead, they would have plenty of room to shift and take form as time goes.