My family and I lived on the east coast (New Jersey) for nearly twenty-five years We lived about twenty-five miles from the Holland Tunnel in New York City. During that time my wife and I would go into the city and see a play.
A play that ran for a long time on Broadway was Arthur Miller's winning play, Death of a Salesman. The play was about a salesman, Willy Loman and his struggles with his life and work. He was always trying to impress others, always trying to appear to others as something he really was not. Bottom line on poor Willy he was not a very good salesman, his family and his life was dysfunctional. One might describe or say of him even his best days were mediocre.
At the end of the play he is fired from his job and he realizes his life has never come to what he thought or wanted it to be. Sadly he takes his own life. Following his funeral his wife asked their son, Biff, "Why, why did he do this, why did he take his life."
His sons answer is very telling: "He had the wrong dreams. All, all wrong. And he never knew who he was."
Dreams sometimes dreams... should be thought about and examined.
August 22, 2017