As I sit here on the waters edge of the land known for its ability to dream, I wonder how many people actually keep that dream alive after society stops telling them what their next move should be. Am I alone in that the American Dream is not my dream? In today’s downturned economy, and the rat race that ensues, how easy is it for us to forget the dreams we once held as children. As I stare at the water rippling out from the depression made by my feet, I wonder how people see themselves as they stand now. Are they as I am, looking at their reflection as they stand on the clouds reflecting in the watery ridges, or do they only see their feet half submerged in the deep, cool water as if they might sink below the surface at any minute. Sadly, I fear the latter may hold more truth for most of us. As we go about our day to day, and begin making plans for our lives, how will we choose to live our lives, and how will we decide when a dream may be pushed aside for benefit of our 9 to 5 and the security provided by the generic American Dream? Do you want 2.1 kids? Is your goal 2.2 cars? Is Gucci the answer... or do you have your own dream? For those of you who ask why I am leaving, and and ask me, “won’t you miss us?” the answer is yes. I will miss all of you and with all my heart… but I have a dream, and it isn’t the American Dream, its bigger.
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