Apr 16 2009
I Dreamed a Dream - Part 1
Yesterday, we were bombarded by the media with clips of Susan Boyle dumbfounding the Britains’ Got Talent audience with her performance of I Dreamed a Dream from Les Miserables. I was in a cynical mood yesterday and every time I loaded a portal page, or a news website - I was assaulted with the headline about her. The morning news, midday reports and evening news praised her performance and sat there in my brooding self-pity condemning that the world puts so much emphasis on idols.
This morning, one of my gal-pals sent a mass email with a link to Britains’ Got Talent’s YouTube page. My knee-jerk reaction was “Oh no, not her too!”, but then I realized I hadn’t even given this woman a chance. I didn’t take the time to even listen to her performance, outside of the 30 second clips the radio and tv stations played. So, I clicked the link and listened to her introduction. 47 years old and she wants to be a singing star. 47 years old and she’s never been kissed. 47 years old and she swept not only the Britain audience off their feet, but I’m thinking possibly even the world.
It got me thinking - when did I stop believing in my dreams and why am I not the only one who has stopped? Dreams are important - not just to keep us driving forward - but also to give us a sense of purpose. On a recent repeat of the Oprah show covering the 10 Hot Spots (where people evidently live into the triple digit years), a key to longevity has been having a sense of pupose in our life. What is your sense of purpose? What is your dream?
I’ll stop here for now and continue this line of thought later today, after I’ve had my coffee.
