Stop Chasing Start Living
The Big Dream
The Day After Letting Go of the Dream
I’m sorry, but I have absolutely no interest in providing you with any service. I am fully aware of the gravity of what I’m saying. Anarchy. No more doctors, no more teachers, no more drivers, pilots, soldiers, police officers, clerks, cleaners, and no more web builders or content writers. No more frustrated waiters forced to treat me as if I’m something special in this world. No more rabbis, priests, or imams drawing lines between good and evil. No more boards of bosses squeezing every last drop out of me just to earn another dollar, which they’ll burn on their own fleshly desires.
Stories of Liberation from the Dream
A boy who grew up in the Hamas strongholds of the West Bank and abandoned the dream of an Arab conquering nation. A Scandinavian poster girl who served the Palestinian resistance networks across Europe and North America, even as she knew she was being used like a doormat – until she decided to put an end to it. The wife of a Shiite general from southern Lebanon, now hiding with her children in South America after her husband was severely wounded yet continues to lead the struggle against Israel from Lebanon – while she bears the weight of adapting and raising her children in a foreign land amid a deep religious identity crisis. And more.
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Playwright Hanoch Levin was diagnosed with cancer at the peak of his life. While still full of creative power, with so much to say to the world, he spent his final months in the hospital, writing and directing his last play and editing the countless scripts he had written over his life for publication. Truly beautiful plays, heart-wrenching to the point of tears. I am deeply grateful for the service he gave me – as a writer to a writer.
But it’s pathetic.
Not my words – his children’s.
Instead of spending the little time he had left with them, he devoted those last days to just a bit more dream-chasing.
I quote one of his children from memory:
“Like a conductor waving his baton, giving instructions, until he falls and dies.”
All for one more book on the shelf, one more thing for strangers to watch in the dark and applaud.
Pitiful.
Pitiful!