Dream, Dream, Dream
Task 42, November 14 to November 21
“Only dead fish swim with the stream”. Unknown
Ok. I don’t know about you all, but despite the fact that I am basically living on a fixed income, despite my age and despite the crippling reality of the limitations imposed on us in this fractured, soul-numbing political environment, I still dare to dream.
And what do I dream about? The stuff most men dream about, I guess: racing down the PCH in a ‘67 Vette with a joint in my mouth and Phoebe Cates in a bikini waving at me; or winning the lottery and buying a house in San Clemente that has a wine cooler in every room, not to mention a swimming pool overlooking the ocean and a steam room; and a helicopter to whisk me to Vegas at noon everyday and drop me on the roof of the Wynn Casino where two attendants will guide me to the front of the line of the all-you-can-eat buffet…
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But I digress…there is the life we have and the life we secretly want. The chasm between the two may be small for some and Grand Canyon-esque for others, but a chasm usually exists. Even if you are satisfied with your current situation there must be a secret craving for…well whatever is better than you already have!
I once met Mark Cuban. He was standing by a bar at an event to promote Toyota Prius. This was pre-Shark Tank but he did own the Dallas Mavericks. He was standing alone and I was just lubed enough to think that I had something to say to him, so I walked over and introduced myself and he was quite gracious and we started a conversation. While I was talking to him another man, a journalist, walked up and said, Mr. Cuban, how does it feel to be young and very, very rich? Cuban thought about it for a second…I thought he was going to give a modest, self-deprecating answer, but he looked the journalist in the eye and said, It’s everything you think it would be. I have all the money I need and I buy what I want and I go out with hot chicks and believe me, you wish you were me.
Not exactly immodest, but accurate and honest. And also unusual. And infuriating, if you are like me and 99.9% of all men—that’s not our life…
BUT If we can’t have the perfect life we can at least dream about it. And maybe, just maybe by dreaming about it, we may find a way to make it come true.
TASK:
It’s not too late to dream. Sit down, pour a drink, light a cigar or whatever, and make a mental list of those things you desire. House, car, woman, expensive watch, clothes, tv, sound system, vacation, navigation system, nuclear submarine or a short tube refractor telescope with a equatorial mount for spying on your randy neighbors.
Then smile.