This is why, as a singer, I aspire to be her...
via APARTMENT 34
Remembering to dream of the made-up things in a city that never sleep.
~Puddleglum (CSL), The Silver Chair
I'm going to start a new chapter soon, in a new city, in a new role, with new friends--it's a new life. But as I start the new, I don't want to forget the old--it was here in Philadelphia, after all, through every person that I've met, that I learned to yearn for what is truly important.
They are the ones who have always reminded me, every time I get pulled down into cynicsm, that what the world thinks is real is not always what is real. They remind me that though the world may believe that we are impractical, we are stupid, we are immature, we are merely dreamers and that for which we dream for will never become real--our hope is true and real.
So help me remember. Help me not to forget. Help me to dream. Continue to remind me that "the made-up things" matter more than what is "real."
So come on. I'm bringing you along for the ride.