No, I didn’t learn a new language. S.Rod and I saw Les Misérables on Broadway last night, and it got my head stirring a bit. While I will admit that most things seen on Broadway are not my cup of tea, the musical was entertaining for the most part.
One of the character’s soliloquies (Fantine) made me think about the ongoing struggle with identifying the ‘American Dream’ (even if the characters were in 19th century France) and how to achieve it. I’ve always been under the impression that ninety nine percent of the world does not actually get to see their dreams finalized. That doesn’t include ‘dream’ vacations or material possessions either, I’m talking about dream careers or dream endeavors… the things that encompass our lives and define our history. In essence, it’s the content of how the encyclopedia entry of your life would read. Would there be anything worth reading in yours, or something that makes you unique?
When my mind gets rolling on this topic, it knocks over dominoes in my head (all to S.Rod’s late night discussion dread). I want my dreams so badly that they linger in my mouth like peanut butter. I get a feeling like my brain is lined with creative plastic explosive and I just need to find a way to program the detonator so that my dreams can blow up and spread across reality.
From there, I hope that S.Rod and I can make our collective dreams happen. I know we have the means, it is just a matter of realizing that we could be part of the one percenters if we believe. Êtes-vous prêt à commencer, mon amour? 