Tonight hath been a night of great soul-searching which started with my girlfriend telling me that she’s going to start attending a local community college’s English as a Second Language classes to gain more confidence in the language. I like to think this is because she knows how important education is to me, and because I’ve been dropping hints that it would be really, really, really cool if she started going to school. Whether that’s true or not, I may never know–either way, words can’t describe how much I appreciate her doing it and how happy I am that she is (in fact, I’m choking up a little bit now just thinking about it…)–but I think I’ve discovered the reason I myself feel an innate drive to milk my great state’s public education system for all the sweet nectar it can give me.
Every individual in this world has dreams.
When someone high enough on the ladder has a dream, he or she enlists a small army of people to work the dream and make it happen. Each of these people has their own dreams. They dream in Detroit while gluing together pieces of somebody else’s dream from on high in Virginia. Dreamers in Hollywood handle the cables that power the cameras that realize other peoples’ dreams.
Each of us already has, currently does or at some time will work to realize either our dreams or somebody else’s. The best thing we can do for ourselves is to try to move as close to the top rung of the dream ladder as we can, while we still can. Make yourself someone whose dreams get realized.