There are some dreams that I hope never come true. The one where I was put in charge of a temperamental talking rabbit with body dysmorphia, for instance. However, like every other graduate-to-be, I have dreams about my future that I really hope become a reality. Despite my enthusiasm for a career in journalism, I sometimes wonder if I, and every other student with specific ambitions, can really afford to be so selective during one of the greatest collapses of the job market in recent times.
It has been an issue discussed in the likes of the Guardian, but I think that living through this predicament myself means that I can bring something new to the table.
Having seen the dreams of a few graduate friends turn into living nightmares, I feel wary about following my heart. Even though they have good degrees and plenty of talent, some have struggled for years to break into the industries that they so dearly want to be a part of. Their youthful fantasies of writing the next bestseller or starting their own businesses have become haunting reminders of what might have been in another time, another place.
Worried students and graduates tell me that they just cannot imagine careers other than the ones they have idolised, despite the financial, educational and social obstacles that could scupper their plans. Each time a new setback arises, they bravely carry on, but only time will tell whether this determination leads to success or disappointment.
While I do believe that it is sensible to stay open-minded to other options, I also think we that need to strike a balance between fantasy and reality. I, for one, have given up on too many other dreams over the years to let this one go without a fight. If I fail, at least I will actually have a legitimate reason to sit in the corner in the pub and sip my pint bitterly. Surely it is better that I attempt to fulfil my ambitions now, rather than daydreaming about them for years to come?
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