Every time I visit Chicago, I meet with these sparkling small blocks of living in the downtown area which remind me of my unfulfilled dream – a lifelong dream of experiencing life from one of these blocks.At times when I go past these, I quickly skim through the windows with an infectious desire of wanting to live here. I have such high expectation of this lifestyle that I am afraid, if some day the dream ever gets fulfilled, I will be disappointed by the usualness of it.
I, with all my naivety, believe that living here is a validation of your success and a confirmation of your happiness. But a sincere part of me, deep beneath the flamboyant clutter, knows that living on the 87th floor of a tall glass building and getting up everyday to sea view from your bedroom window does not make life any better or special. It still is, at the end of the day, life. And it has to be lived in it’s ordinary, everyday, mundane form, no matter where you reside.
All Dreams are not meant to be realized. Sometimes they are better when just kept in the eyes.
