I was lost in wonder there for a moment over the fact that I'm actually here, on my own , away -- far away -- from my family in a city of legend, in the places whose names -- Brooklyn, Flatbush, Manhattan -- were known to me even as a young kid who had no idea what his dreams were, let alone that these places would be the stuff of his dreams.
It gives one pause and makes one reflect on just what it means to have dreams, and what you're left with when those dreams seem to come true.
What's that old saying? Be careful what you wish for... you might just get it? Maybe that warning is less about getting or that the getting will turn out differently than you'd expected, but that once you get it, there are consequences to the getting. A "next."
So, of course, I'm left here to wonder what my "next" will be? Most of the time I think of it as a refinement of what has come before. I'm living my dream of being an actor in New York, but what's "next?" How does what I wanted then square with what I have now, and what I truly want this to be?
What do I need to do to next to make my dreams better?
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