Reality surpasses Fiction quite often. The story of Susan Boyle fits perfectly in the gaps of dozen of American comedies, with or without teenagers -from Sister Act to the Dead Poets Society, passing through Richard Dreyfuss's Mr.Holand's Opus, Billy Elliot or the super-classic Fame, for example. But, still, the story of Susan Boyle goes beyond: if scripted, it would not be better. Her audition in April 11, 2009 for Britain's Got Talent in Glasgow -assuming it was really a surprise- showing up like a dusty Cinderella, saying that her dream was to become a professional singer, like Elaine Paige -a great dramatic voice, by the way-, displaying eye-browns as thick as wax, walking and posing ungainly, with the contestant sticker no. 43212 directly fixed on her chest and an electronic placard off the first bars of music stating "Unemployed, 47", never married, never kissed, living with her aged and ill parents, is the most astounding revelation in years, no doubt. She became a successful butterfly out of a gray worm overnight. An impossible dream, alas! Boyle sang I dreamed the dream, last straw!
I have always wondered: and then, what? What is next? The prince and the princess are finally happy and eating lots of partridges. Now, what? I mean: how long is the dream? What is after it? How do you live the dream? After your dream comes true, is it immortal? Can it die? Apparently, Susan Boyle is living it. She did not mention she wanted to be famous or rich -most fragile accidents totally perishable-, although she obviously is today, but "a professional singer", and she is still doing it. I heard she is playing piano as well -another dream- in her fourth album.
Boyle was hoping for years to have the opportunity. That is the bottom line. But the waiting has its dangers, namely despair and weariness. When I visited New York 7 years ago, precisely on the 4th of July weekend, I got surprised at finding a remote corner in Central Park, near the roses of John Lennon, I think, with benches around a big fountain and a plate against "daydreaming", i.e. the tendency to feel pity of oneself and bitch around one's in-satisfaction without springing into action, waiting hand over hand for the well-deserved dream. It is the fantasy against the true dream: a parasite of the hope, a paralyzing pathogen. This danger of the dream has a beautiful term in Spanish, as the artist Ausin Sainz put it: ensoñacion.
The second issue with true dreams is that you don't want to miss them. And it is so easy for that to happen. The case of Susan Boyle is, perhaps, straight-forward: you want to sing and you are offered the opportunity to sing. That's it. However, frequently, the opportunity reaches the wanting being unnoticeable, concealing his aspect, turning upside down our expectations, our routines, without a clear guarantee or output: the opportunity is no more than an easy-to-reject proposition, then. In the Christian tradition, the Emaus disciples did not recognized the Christ after His Resurrection (Luke 24, 16: "but their eyes were hold, that they should not know him") nor even Peter and the others (John, 21, 4: "but when the morning was now come, Jesus stood on the shore: but the disciples knew not that it was Jesus"), for example.
Dreaming and keep up with its conquest is hard, I guess. Let pray to keep our eyes clean and docile for the task!
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I have always wondered: and then, what? What is next? The prince and the princess are finally happy and eating lots of partridges. Now, what? I mean: how long is the dream? What is after it? How do you live the dream? After your dream comes true, is it immortal? Can it die? Apparently, Susan Boyle is living it. She did not mention she wanted to be famous or rich -most fragile accidents totally perishable-, although she obviously is today, but "a professional singer", and she is still doing it. I heard she is playing piano as well -another dream- in her fourth album.
Boyle was hoping for years to have the opportunity. That is the bottom line. But the waiting has its dangers, namely despair and weariness. When I visited New York 7 years ago, precisely on the 4th of July weekend, I got surprised at finding a remote corner in Central Park, near the roses of John Lennon, I think, with benches around a big fountain and a plate against "daydreaming", i.e. the tendency to feel pity of oneself and bitch around one's in-satisfaction without springing into action, waiting hand over hand for the well-deserved dream. It is the fantasy against the true dream: a parasite of the hope, a paralyzing pathogen. This danger of the dream has a beautiful term in Spanish, as the artist Ausin Sainz put it: ensoñacion.
The second issue with true dreams is that you don't want to miss them. And it is so easy for that to happen. The case of Susan Boyle is, perhaps, straight-forward: you want to sing and you are offered the opportunity to sing. That's it. However, frequently, the opportunity reaches the wanting being unnoticeable, concealing his aspect, turning upside down our expectations, our routines, without a clear guarantee or output: the opportunity is no more than an easy-to-reject proposition, then. In the Christian tradition, the Emaus disciples did not recognized the Christ after His Resurrection (Luke 24, 16: "but their eyes were hold, that they should not know him") nor even Peter and the others (John, 21, 4: "but when the morning was now come, Jesus stood on the shore: but the disciples knew not that it was Jesus"), for example.
Dreaming and keep up with its conquest is hard, I guess. Let pray to keep our eyes clean and docile for the task!
(PLEASE, LEAVE YOUR COMMENT).
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