Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Sky is Vast. (perhaps too vast to analyze)

Lyrics to Fuzzy Blue Lights by Owl City, from the album Of June.



If I could look across the country
From California to New Jersey
Then I would count the parks and lake resorts
And number all the jets and airports
All those rather dreary rain clouds still bother me
Cuz I look through the camera eyepiece and cannot see

If I could open up my window
And see from Tampa Bay to Juneau
Then I would survey all those open miles
And line them up in single file
Everywhere I look I see green scenic sublime
And all those oceanic vistas are so divine

If I was standing on the balcony
And you were walking down below
I'd feel rather depressed and out of place
And lonely just to watch you go
If you were swinging from the highway overpass
Within the western hemisphere
I'd feel rather afraid and insincere
If you began to disappear
If I was walking through a sad art gallery
And you were driving through the night
I'd feel rather alone and ill at ease
Beneath the brilliant showroom light
If I was flying on a plane above your town
And you were gazing at the sky
Somehow I'd feel intact and reassured
If you began to wave goodbye...

Monday, January 16, 2012

I Have A Dream.

In honor of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, I thought I'd post a little something. Back in the fall, when the 2011-2012 school year first started, my AP Language Arts class was given an assignment: we were to use parts of Dr. King's "I Have A Dream" speech to write a speech about a dream that we had, mimicking King's writing style. I wrote the following speech in response to that assignment.
It's fun to look back and see what was going through a person's head during a particular season of time. It's also a good way to maintain focus. And stay grounded.
Enjoy.


I Have A Dream.

Go back to freedom, go back to our passions, go back to who we truly are, to the glory of our true identities, go back to that inner man which we have kept hidden for so long in a cage of fear and isolation, go back to being ourselves, go back to chasing what really matters, go back to hope, and love, and joy, and peace; go back to dreaming big.

Dreaming big means that no matter how difficult or seemingly impossible circumstances become, we as dreamers keep moving forward and press on with confidence and optimism in light of the knowledge that this hardship is not the end and that there are indeed brighter days to come. Dreamers do not simply ignore the troubles of life, but they believe in spite of them – they believe that in the coming days, their dreams will indeed come true, and that everything they have hoped for will finally come to pass according to the great and glorious promises of faith.

I have a dream that one day every dreamer will rise up and live out the true meaning of who they are, of their wonderful identity as a dreamer. Our potential is incredible! We were born to do great things, and we can and will do them.

I have a dream that my generation will be the generation who makes the choice to dream big – that they will be a generation who intentionally pushes past anything and everything that tells them that they can’t do it, that they aren’t good enough, or that their dreams are too impossible or too wild to ever come true, a generation who against all odds will pursue their dreams to the end of all things and back again because they have such great faith in these dreams that they recognize them as an unfolding reality rather than a far-off fairytale awaiting the arrival of its happy ending.

I have a dream that even in America, where our identities and paths in life often seem to be decided for us by powers such as culture, media, industry, money or even our own families, that even in a place like this, the true dreamers will come out of society’s molds and step forth into the brilliance of their true selves, independent from every sense of fear, insecurity and pressure to be someone they are not, because they have finally realized that who they are is immutable, and that their dreams mean something, that they can change the world.

I have a dream that every lonely dreamer will come together and with all their individual dreams, build a bigger dream that could revolutionize the way we think and dream forever.

Friends, when nothing seems to work out, the answer is to dream and dream big. Every mountain can be toppled, every valley raised up, and every rough road be made smooth with a dream; and when we let ourselves dare to dream big in every area of our lives, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing with joy, “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God almighty, we are free at last!”