What Do You Do When All Your Dreams Have Come True?
Today I rented a Villo bike in Brussels and did just that. I flew through the business district weaving in and out of cars. It started to rain, but I didn't care. Bumpy cobblestone roads? Who cares! Of course I was supposed to be reading endless chapters on economics with math functions that make me want to gouge my heart out with a broken beer bottle, but I couldn't take it anymore.
So here I am, in the midst of my dream-come-true, realizing the answer to my question I posed several years ago in a article I called What do you do when all your dreams come true? It's from one of my favorite movies called Coyote Ugly, based upon the experiences of Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat Pray Love).
"I'm not lost. Somebody just moved my street"
Happy endings. They're great in the movies aren't they? When the writer ties up all the of the plot, and relationships are mended, and the story ends happily ever after.
For the uninitiated, Coyote Ugly is about a Jersey girl trying to make a life as a singer, who momentarily finds herself working for a bar called Coyote Ugly where she basically dances and pours liquor all over herself. Her dad comes in and says he's "ashamed" of her, then gets into a car accident and all seems lost as 'Violet' moves out of her apartment, finds her boyfriend cheating, and decides to move back home and give up her music career. But that's not how the movie ends. By the end of it, she reconciles with her father who has an epiphany, gets a music career and everyone lives happily ever after with Lee Ann Rimes on a bar top.
I ponder the bigger picture. While I've had my share of happy endings, I'm wondering does the big one still exist?
This is where you respond "You make your own happy endings, Liv".
I mean. I'm 32 and I have no clue how this life is going to end. Am I going to die homeless and lonely living under a tree at the end of this? Do I begin a music career (probably not as you don't want to hear me sing) and dance on bar-tops? I mean, don't get me wrong, I can take lemons and make lemonade like the rest of us, but the evidence of the first 32 years of my life led me to believe, most people die with regrets, unfulfilled dreams, and at least a couple of relationships where people remained "ashamed" of them. Epiphanies are hard to come by these days.
I guess the only consolation is that I don't know the outcome already. An ending which might stop me from hoping, from trying, from wanting that happy ending. I don't think I'm ready to give up on my happy ending quite yet.
So Tell me what do you do when you realize all youre dreams have come true?
|Is this a church meeting or is this a bar? |
Make some noise!
Of course you have to know what you want. Preferably I'd like a permanent visa here, and death to all who teach economics (okay I like the professor, just not the subject), but what I think I'm really asking for is likely the most impossible part of realizing your dreams. In order for them to come true, you must never wake up.