I once dreamed to live a first lady’s life. I dreamed with my heart’s fullness; my hand secured by another’s tight grip. For a while, we remained fixated on this dream. We did not want to let go.
But one day, sooner or later, dreamers have to wake up. Reality shook us up. We realized how utopian the phrase you and me against the world is, especially when you and me’s ties are weak. It extinguished the best of ourselves. We abandoned our dream.
Now, three years later, I think about the dream and of how it speaks of the old times and the person I was before. While I know in my heart that we will never be a part of each other’s dreams anymore, still, I choose to remember. I guess that at the onset of separation, bad memories usually dominate the thoughts. After a while, though, only the good ones matter.
I still dream of living a first lady’s life. I dream about charitable work without bundy clock deadlines and payslip expectations.I dream about flights that bridge the rich and the poor. I dream about a huge “live-in” closet and a thousand shoe pairs; a high-ceilinged home library and a hundred thousand books; and a sprawling garden and a terrace where coffee, art, writings and conversations take place. And most of all, I dream about not having to go through the tedious task of applying for a Solo Parent ID for an additional seven days of leave. I want to bring and fetch my child(ren) to school everyday.
I still dream with my heart’s fullness. But for now, only this, secures me.
04 March 2009
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