I haven't even thought about my dream car in years. A big part of that is from becoming a dad 4 years ago as it has shifted my priorities.
I just remembered today how I used to dream of owning a 1970 z28 camaro with the rally sport split bumber. I would spend hours of my time day dreaming of owning one. Always told myself that one day I would. Back when I was engaged to my wife she even assured me once that one day I'd have one.
Now, I could buy that car twice, maybe three times over. So I started looking at them. Saw some beautiful cars, absolute works of art with amazing paint jobs and chomed engines. Cars I would have nearly died for at one time. But, that desire isn't there anymore.
I never really expected to be in the position to fulfill that dream this early on in my life. Yet, now that I can, it draws zero passion from me. Almost as though my tastes have changed and the craving is no longer present.
I suspect part of it is the impracticality of a classic muscle car as a father, maybe even the feeling that all of the work that went into creating my financial situation is more valuable than a dream that once was. Whatever the reason or combination thereof, it's still a strange feeling to look at something that I once coveted with endless rivers of desire and feel something akin to the loss of appetite before a meal you've been looking forward to.
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