living the dream or for the dream.

When I spotted this sticker ensemble I just couldn’t avoid the irony.  I cannot even describe it in words, though it seems to sound a little like this, “You are enough”, “But ARE you?”…. The essence of that not so little gargoyle that (to quote the beer) represents an aggressive defiance of tradition but somehow also harkens back to the true history of the gargoyle, literally meaning throat, as a symbol to ward off evil.  So arrogant bastard or protector?  You take your pick.

This morning I found it because, out of everything I have on instagram, it best represents today’s sentiment, “Do I want to live the dream or for a dream?”  Undeniably, both are an option, but I feel as though we get caught up in one or the other and, worse, sometime find ourselves living in or for someone else’s dream. Bleh to that.

That gargoyle becomes either the arrogant bastard who has suckered me into believing his (her?) dream is the only sun to revolve around.  I gravitate to this like bears to honey, “Oh bother! People say nothing is impossible but I do nothing everyday.”  Nothing for me that is.  In fact, I am having to work hard to figure out where I misplaced my love at, is it in that honey jar – just above my head where I cannot reach it?

You know what I’m talking about, living in or for someone else’s dream while forgetting to have your own is comfortable… excepting that pesky itch that you cannot quite scratch, well, cause you cannot find it.  It just lurks in your psyche until, one day, you get hit hard enough with something and it all becomes clear again. And, oddly enough, it is your arrogant bastard that sometimes emerges as a result. The one with a throat – voicing with vehemence, “you may be enough but THIS is not enough.”  Kicking and scream with you, at you, whatever…until you cannot deny the bruises.

Find your dream.  Find your love. Honestly, living the dream is sort of an impossibility just like, sorry Pooh, doing nothing everyday is – without a dream that feeds your soul.