Just as I was wishing I could make up my mind
the flame died…
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As most may already know, I’ve dreamed of being a clown since I was a child. I’ve had extensive training with a major creator of the Cirque du Soleil clown program. Now that I am but a few years shy of 50 I often think about this lifelong dream of mine. Is it better to hold on to a fantasy than to risk losing it over a failure? I wonder. I am also too aware of the cultural differences from one country to the next: Americans have an utter fear of clowns.
As Paulo states – the possibility of the dream is what makes life interesting. The possibility.
Ultimately my piece leaves me with the final wish of hoping that I can make up my mind. Maybe one day it will come true and I will finally decide what I want to be when I grow up…