Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Whole?

So what is it that you want? What’s your dream? A friend of a few years asked me those questions, and I didn’t have a proper answer. So I thought about it and said “Out of life, a home, a husband, a career that doesn’t make me hate people, or my life. Happiness. And I know happiness can’t be bought, but money can be used to make decisions and choices that add to or detract from our happiness.”

That’s not good enough she said. What’s your real dream? What gets you up in the morning and keeps you going through the day? Pure steam I thought, caffeine, the desire not to die…

I don’t know, I finally said, I don’t remember my dreams.

And that made me think of the Hughes poem, ‘A Dream Deferred’.

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

And I thought about my dreams and my life and was more than unhappy, more than unfulfilled… I was diseased, distressed, angry and saddened more than any other time in my 30+ years. I cried, and I hate crying. I allowed my dreams to die, I allowed my life force to just disappear, unlike Hughes’ dreams mine disintegrated, dissolved, and died a quiet and slow death like cancer. And I hadn’t realized it until questioned about it. Why? How? When? When did this start? And why didn’t I realize it? And more importantly can I resurrect them? Can I be whole again?

Whole again...? Can we really be whole, when our dreams have died? Not the fleeting dreams of childhood, for ponies or puppies, for cookies and candy, but the life affirming, purpose driven dreams we…I’ve apparently ignored in favor of paying the bills and not starving. Can you recover discarded dreams?

3 comments:

  1. They can, they can! When I got divorced in 2002, I had no idea who I was, what I wanted, what I valued, what my dreams were. It took a few years, trying things, and plenty of mistakes, but I re-found dreams that I'd put off for years. Found who I actually was. You can too...

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  2. Thanks Chris. I haven't completely lost hope

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  3. I love the quote... "steam, caffeine and the desire not to die."

    Give'm hell kid.

    So I loved reading this... It made me remember that I am not alone in that search for happiness, career and love. You aren't by yourself either... I am glad to call you a friend and while we search at least we can tell a joke or two along the way.

    Shiz

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