tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045974015063151919.post8794817766757121204..comments2023-03-31T06:04:35.239-04:00Comments on Radical Seeks Enlightenment: Disappointment Strikes AgainTechie Trannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00634528686046930438noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045974015063151919.post-83014058951434240122008-08-27T20:59:00.000-04:002008-08-27T20:59:00.000-04:00I was always a dreamer too. Guess that's why I we...I was always a dreamer too. Guess that's why I went into planning and architecture. The thing I realized a long time ago is that it is okay to dream (a little, not all the time) as long as you don't care whether the dream turns out or not. I've designed dozens of buildings which have not and will never be built.<BR/><BR/>The though part is when the dream verges on reality. When it seems so very, very possible. And when it involves another person. But think - if this were a dream about the ice cream flavor you wanted and it turned out the store was out, would you be so upset? It's the <EM>people</EM> who get to us.<BR/><BR/>But that's a good thing, because in the end people matter a hell of a lot more than ice cream flavors. It sounds like we're both struggling with letting go. If our enemies are our greatest teachers (as the Buddha likes to say) what are our thwarted loves?Monicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17336284049302046478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045974015063151919.post-3332864177056845762008-08-24T01:50:00.000-04:002008-08-24T01:50:00.000-04:00This is not a consolation. Just sayin.They called...This is not a consolation. Just sayin.<BR/><BR/>They called me a dreamy child. Sometimes this was said with a touch of romance, sometimes exasperation, sometimes as a pointed euphemism for crazy.<BR/><BR/>To me, it meant escapist. It meant racing for the swings at recess because swings are the most conducive playground equipment to flying. I would swing myself into hypnosis, not unlike meditation, until I could see my daydreams in front of me without closing my eyes.<BR/><BR/>The one I visited most often was a vision of organizing a ragtag orchestra that would practice only at midnight and give spontaneous concerts (always, always of Beethoven's 9th symphony) during the school day to an adoring audience. I was the conductor.<BR/><BR/>Other times, I would rescue someone (usually someone popular) from falling through the skating pond ice.<BR/><BR/>Still other times, I visited a place in which I was a shape-shifting demigoddess who spent half her time in the form of an alpha female wolf.<BR/><BR/>They called me a daydreamer, a fantasizer, and what I wanted to say was this:<BR/><BR/>If nothing else, I bet I walk back into the classroom happier than anyone else at the end of lunch hour.Danehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12601596473865988829noreply@blogger.com