After work we went to the distillery district to see Uncle Vanya. It was enjoyable, though I found the motivations post-intermission were hard to empathize with... pre-intermission I was really identifying with the characters, they seemed human, dreaming of a better world, but trapped in the mire of the day-to-day.
We want to make the world a better place, we dream of doing great things, yet day to day we slog away on the trivial affairs of life. There's always the fear that maybe we'll get to the end and find that what we've done was of no consequence, that we were supporting the wrong ideal, or helping someone who didn't deserve our dedication.
We chafe at the day-to-day restrictions imposed by the need to find food and shelter, afraid that we will spend our whole life grubbing in the mud. We know it's wise, yet we want to throw it away and make the big gamble, follow the dream and become the most that we could be, and so we regret the life we live. So is it really wiser to be afraid to follow your dreams? Or is it wiser to follow them and love the life you lead.
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