Every Crevice, Every Text

LA DOLCE VITA, THE SWEET LIFE

Yassou.  Ti kanis?  Milas Elinika? 

Is this a text?  Roland Barthes' "Work to Text" explains the use of text in everyday situations.  Is a foreign language text if no one understands it?  If one person understands it?  I wonder.  What is our conception of language?  Of text?  Of communication?  How do we decide where to go from a specific image, text, or an American dream?  I wonder.  C'est la vie.  That's life.  La dolce vita.  The sweet life.  However life is, we have to work to interpret to text in several different ways.  What is a text?  Is it the text on the movie poster?  Is is the foreign language?  Is it the translation of the foreign language?  Is it the text I'm typing?  Whatever the case, text is interpreted in different ways, just as there are many different American dreams.  Everyone has their own dreams, and everyone wonders about different ideas.  Dreams, ideas, and concepts are constantly changing, and there's no definite answer as to what, who, or why something is.  There's no reason that life is or is not sweet, and there's no reason that every crevice, every crack, every nook of every text is important or unimportant.  What matters is the content and the meaning.  What is a text?  Whether working to create a text or understanding a text, text exists in several forms, in communication, in foreign languages, in life.

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The Way We Wonder

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From high above the mountain to the depths below the Congo, the world is full of wonder. From the Whos down in Whoville to the Munchkins in Oz, everyone has a dream. To dream and to wonder. It may not be the American Dream, but it is a dream. It may not be a dream remembered, but it is a dream. I wonder what I dream about when I don’t remember my dreams. I wonder how those around me feel about their dreams, too. Do they remember them? Do they not? Whatever the case, everyone has a sense of wonder, and children have a bigger sense of wonder than adults, still getting acclimated to the environments in which they are growing up. Bright eyes, big eyes, bug eyes like a kid in a candy store: that’s what dreams are. That’s how one wonders. Seven wonders of the world. All on different people’s bucket lists, all dreams so many cannot accomplish or reach. One may wonder how they came here, how the wonders were made, but I wonder if that’s the real reason they are the wonders of the world. And why seven? Seven is supposedly a lucky number, and seven is 5+2. Seven is the name of a thriller movie with a huge twist. Seven days of the week. July is the seventh month. One becomes a teenager in the seventh grade. Seven wonders of the world. I wonder why.

The Long and Winding Road

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As I sit on a rope swing, I think back to my American Dream and realize that I have so many dreams that it is almost hard to list them all. By American Dream, I consider it almost like a bucket list, what I want to do before I die. If Nadja can be so surreal but still mean some much to so many people, I, too, can make a difference, and whether or not my bucket list is surreal or not, I, too, can complete my bucket list, providing that everything out of my control will work in my favor. I want to learn how to ride a bike; I want to publish a novel; I want to go parasailing; I want to go skydiving; I want to direct a film; I want to graduate from college. Most of these typical wants and needs for Americans, but all of which I probably desire more than several other people. Nadja herself stands for so much more than just a person, and that’s what I want to do as well: I want to make a difference, living my American Dream while all the more helping others reach their goal or accomplish their American Dream. I can sit in a lecture hall and learn about what I want to do, or I can get out and do it; or both. The possibilities are endless.

A Sticky Situation

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I'm upside down.  The world turns on its axis, and the waters of the ocean spin me around.  In this world, my dreams flash before my eyes, tossing and turning, going up and down, as if riding the waves on a boat down the seashore.  Without any reason or idea, I decide to try and calm the waters, further landing me in a deep river of secrets.  Nothing is familiar, and everything seems abstract. 

The sand beneath my toes, and the water waist deep, I've jumped off the boat, throwing myself overboard.  I now swim with the fish, swimming until I reach some spot of land, whether an island, the shore, or an archipelago.  The world continues to turn, and my dream slowly, but surely comes closer.  I close my eyes and breath.  The waves overwhelm me as I struggle to breathe.  I open my eyes, and I am on shore.  I managed to reach land, something I never thought possible after struggling for so long to reach something important to me, the land and not the sea. 

The world revolves around one axis, and as Atlas holds it up on his shoulders, the world shakes, and buildings turn upside down, nothing is at it seems.  The ceilings are upside down, the world is upside down; the only thing that is right side up is the group of people living on this earth, striving, of course, for their American Dream, something they've always wanted and are still striving to reach, something I have reached and lost all at the same time, when the waves came and swept back to sea after I reached the shore.

The Road We Take

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There is no reason for anyone to misjudge or discriminate against someone for what s/he likes to do.  Everyone is different, and no one can tell someone no when doing something he loves.  Whether it's theatre, science, math, film, or anything in between, from literature to computers, everyone, especially in America, should be and is allowed to do whatever he wants.  And anyone who says otherwise is a bully, a liar, or a complete idiot.  It's hard to argue with the truth and with the freedom of America.  Freedom withstands the test of time, and several political figures, art figures, and other figures in general really tried to (and continuously) try to fight for the power of freedom.  Performing on Broadway can be someone's dream, male or female.  Inventing a cure for cancer can be someone's dream, male or female.  Living the American Dream, male, female, or any other gender or race can be anyone's dream, American or not.  If the world worked in this way, there would be a democracy, not criticism, no discrimination, and the world would be entirely free of problems, the freedom of ability to do whatever a person wants, whenever, wherever, however.  This American Dream is very worthwhile, and the power of freedom is something we all want to have.