I just watched Glee on Fox. It’s a show about a teacher who wants to bring the high school’s floundering glee club back from the depths of obscurity. At the end of the episode the kids performed the song “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey.
As they performed, I felt the thrill of music and dancing and youth in my heart. I remembered being in high school show choir with my whole life ahead of me. I remembered being in high school dance club, leaping into the air and feeling like I didn’t belong on the ground. I remembered when it was still possible that singing, acting and dancing would be who I was and what I did. The feeling that bubbled up in my heart was like … the last day of school; like the smell of summer; like endless days of nothing to do but play; open skies and meadows made for running, meadows that went on forever. Freedom and joy and excitement.
I don’t watch shows like American Idol and So You Think You Can Dance because they came too late for me. It depresses me to watch them doing what I would have done had those opportunities been available 20 years ago. I’m jealous. (I also don’t watch American Idol because of the travesty of Elliot Yamin not making it to the final two and winning the whole thing. Those morons.)
I feel imprisoned by time gone by. Where did my dreams go? When did living override life? When did practicality override risk?
If you’re still in high school or college and you have dreams, let me just grab you by the lapels and get in your face. You need to know two things: One: Your future is impacted by the choices you make today–good and bad. Make good choices. Two. What’s your gift? Are you passionate about it? Then go for it!