It looks like we had a predator. Kyle, one of the big koi, is missing, and I don’t know how many of the baby shubunkins. The remaining fish are hiding under the pond palace, and just to give them a little more protection, I put the koi castle back in. (Those are horrible names, now that I’m looking at them.) Poor fishies. It’s not a surprise, seeing that we have plenty of raccoons and fish-eating birds, but it doesn’t make it less of a bummer.
This is the first time we’ve watched it all the way through. When they announced that they’d chosen the winner of the songwriting contest, I thought it would be something really fabulous. After all, they must have had thousands and thousands to choose from, right?
And we get. . .”This is My Now”??????
The TV reviewer from the Star-Ledger mentioned that the “coronation song” in the past 5 seasons has been just as ooey-gooey and senseless as this one was, but I haven’t heard the others, so I have nothing to compare it to. Except for good songwriting, to which this compares in no way or form. What’s up with that?
Partly because I heard a song with this in it, partly because I’m still suffering from last night’s American Idol songwriting winner.
What happens if all your dreams come true?
All your dreams have come true, now you have nothing left to anticipate or strive towards. Audrey says “you come up with new ones,” but doesn’t that defeat the purpose?
Worse still, what if someone else makes all your dreams come true?
Not only did everything you ever wanted get presented to you, but you had nothing to do with getting it. Or, if you’re a person who truly thinks it’s a good thing for someone else to make your dreams come true, what do you do now? Wait for this person to come up with new ones for you? Come up with some more for a different person to fulfill for you? Move the goalposts and make this person fulfill any new dreams you come up with?
Without your dreams, you have no purpose. Without your dreams, you’re stuck in real life without relief. Without dreams, you’ve reached the end of a life worth living.
If all my dreams were fulfilled, it would be awful. I can only hope that I’d come up with new ones, maybe some impossible ones, before the despair killed me. Any song that says “you made all my dreams come true” sounds like a terrible thing, not a happily-ever-after ending, IMO.