So six or seven months ago, I had an idea, a dream. There was this movie theater in Palm Bay that had gone out of business, but it was still a theater. I had an idea for an amazing theater. More of an experience and a night out than just a movie theater. I'll go into detail about it in another post.
I found out not too long ago that the theater had been bought, and was now a second run dollar theater.
Even though I never could have realistically created this theater, and gone to school at the same time, it was a dream. I thought about it a lot. In my head, it was flawless. But then, it got stepped on by a dollar theater, that probably didn't even renovate. I'm not gonna lie, I teared up.
Right now, all I have in my life are dreams. They're what keep me going, because a lot of the time, my current reality certainly isn't a driving force. My dream of being the first member of my family since my great uncle to get a Ph.D. My dream of being world renowned for my knowledge in the field of serial killers. My dream of one day definitively solving the jack the ripper case. My dream of one day having a family. Etc.
What is it about dreams? What is it about figments of our imaginations that we get so attached to? Is it because no matter how many people we tell about it, they'll never be able to visualize the dream in their head the exact same way you do? Maybe it is, maybe in that sense, our dream is so personal, that we have no choice but to become emotionally attached to it, because it's our's, like a child, but even more singularly our's. Even if we can make a dream a reality, does it ever really live up to the figment we had thunking around in our head?
What are your dreams?
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