I was thinking about this on a long-ass drive I recently took during yet another snowstorm...and I came to the conclusion that I have had many dreams in my life and while many of them failed to come true, some actually did.
Here’s what I dream now...
I have a dream that it might be possible, (with perservereance and more than a little luck), to make someone else’s dreams come true, someone I think of as being pretty fantastic...and in a way, I have to say that’s almost better than a selfish dream... (Ironically enough, this same person recently commented, and probably rightly so..."You are the most obnoxious person I know, you are the only person who can actually annoy ME!")
Yes, I realize that I’m the Pirate Queen and therefore have no emotions or social skills. It is also true that I have no friends or loved ones and will most likely die alone...another crazy cat lady with a bottle of Jim Beam in one hand and a shotgun in the other. In fact, I have been told, "Aikens, it would take an ice pick to the heart to make you cry."
All true.
But still... even an evil Mimi/Rosie O’Donnell lookalike like me does have people she actually cares about. Hard to believe...but still true.
And to everyone/anyone reading this... I hope your dreams come true as well.
(Unless of course your dream is to dethrone me once I rule the world with my iron fist in an iron glove...heh heh). In which case, I will preside over your slow and painful death with a song in my heart and a smile on my hideously ugly face...
OH, and of course...thank you Langston Hughes...you were, are and will always be...THA MAN.
"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?
-Langston Hughes (Harlem Renaissance Poet)
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