You stand in a cloud at S1. Everything is hazy. Like tenacious pugilists, One and Another prepare for battle.
Follow your dreams. Ah - the everhyped philosophrase. Another begins sparring, "So you have a dream, right? And you want to chase it? What if you're not good enough? What if a simple lack of ability puts your life at peril? Aren't things going smoothly enough right now?"
One says, "Put aside all doubt and believe in yourself. Capability is not a constant as they show in your 'appraisals', and is fuelled only by self-belief. Believe." Another says, "It's not practical. How often do people at your age switch careers? You're just being a quitter. Haven't you done that enough times already? It's a recession, man! Pull up your socks. You're a family man now, this is not like the days you were playing in the band."
Part one retorts,"Do you remember how happy you were playing in the band? Do you see your ex-band members and how happy they are to have followed their heart?" Another counters, "You just THINK they're happy, but are they? They struggle and they do what they love for a living, meaning they have to sell out. Their very purpose of doing it is destroyed." "Aha!", One says, "But when was the last time you practiced the guitar for 9 hours in a day, heck, even for one hour and had that infinite moment where you felt one with everything around you?"
"You may have a kid one day, how are you going to secure your family's future with music? And that too, starting now. You have to got to be kidding me. I can't believe you're even considering this!", you hear Another spout. "Not only music. Follow your dreams, man. Did you want this 9-to-5, sometimes 9-to-9 shit with all the insane jargon-to-cover-up-flawed-language-basics people? Remember the kind of visionaries you used to hang out with? Did you really want to take orders and have to do stuff day after day that strained your you-ness?"
Another, "Who says that there won't be highs and lows when you follow your heart? What if you turn to writing and fall out of work? What good is passion, love and all that without the money in the bank to feed the shell that houses your 'you-ness'?" One thickens the cloud, "Of what use is an empty house?"
You are still at S1, in a cloud that thickens with terrifying portent.