For me, the grass has almost always been greener on the other side—the other side being farfetched fantasies. In my latest dream, Andrew Garfield educated me on various Vietnamese dishes offered throughout Northwestern University. There aren’t actual connections between Garfield, Vietnamese food and NU, but I’m glad my nap acknowledged that I’d happily have all three.
For much too large of a portion of my real day following the dream, I convinced myself that the insanity was all true. When reality sunk in, I tossed truth aside and attempted to adjust my sleep schedule to hyperactivate dream sequences showing all these hypothetical possibilities, and I slumbered in separated two-hour periods for a week. I was going for the other side, or not living at all.
This wasn’t the first time I’ve done this, either. At six, the grass would’ve been greener if I were starring as Gabriella in “High School Musical;” at nine, if I were throwing the biggest birthday bash known to mankind; and since high school started, if I were earning a fortune simply by sleeping. I’ve never thought I was That’s So Raven and seeing the future, but I’ve been so caught up in wishful thinking that I have to remind myself that I’m arguably one of the most privileged kids—excluding the fake greener grass. My relatives support me in all aspects, my friends will listen to me recall these weird dreams, and my Rampage family is a blessing.
For the times when I acknowledge I’m perhaps not Blue-Ivy’s level of lucky, I only feel propelled to work harder to water the grass on my side of the fence. Knowing that I simply won’t run into people who grant me their banking account and throw in some cool connections on the side (I really don’t need Andrew Garfield to teach me about Asian food, though) has taught me to get up and go make something for myself. Because I watered it, the grass may just be greener where I really am.
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