Those people who have
amazingly high ambitions, high expectations, dreams, hopes and desires…those
people whom novels change the way they think, characters shape the way they
speak.. Those people who make Rousseau and Montesquieu guide them every step of
the way, deciding for their future plans, telling them they will become
political scientists…
They get dazzled with a psychology
course and decide to become psychologists, they get enchanted by Edith Piaf's
voice and suddenly fall in love with French, they respect and admire what Ahmad
Shugairi does for the people so they plan to volunteer in Uganda next year,
they get amazed by "you've got mail" and decide they will own the
corner bookshop one day…
Then something happens to their
dreams, they graduate and hit a wall, they realize suddenly that life is a bit
harder than what movies have indicated.. They settle a bit, they decide that
French isn't really that important in their lives.
They can't quite find the job of
their dreams, they settle again, they don't get to design or write now, they
just review what others have done, "everyone is doing it" , why am I so
different? They forget that they are really DIFFERENT! They settle again for an
easy job!
"Life leaves us no time, what
can I do?", they settle again , no volunteer work, no travel, no bonus on the
extra hours they pull at the office they hate … Slaves of their own reality,
settlers!
They settle one more time, get
married without falling in love, they have kids without considering possibilities,
they don't understand each other, They settle! And they settle again, until Rousseau
and Shugairi become distant vague memories of a forgotten past , that
disappears bit by bit till they can't remember if it was theirs.
They leave it, this world, without a trace ! as if they were never here…
They settle.. and Die!
