Dreams
Mar 23, 2015 1:56:39 GMT -5
Post by Max on Mar 23, 2015 1:56:39 GMT -5
“I had dreams once.”
Brody sighs, pushing his hair back. Eyes cold and dead, staring straight ahead.
“Hopes. Aspirations. Desires.
Things I wanted, and things I wished I could be. I dreamed, and dreamed, and dreamed. Striving for the day it would all come true. Pinning everything on the thought that some day, I would make all those dreams and desires come true.”
He snorts, almost derisively.
“That day never came. Those dreams, they dried up and died. Some more painfully, more...violently than others. But every last one of them was just...gone. Just like that. Everything I...or...the man I used to be...ever wanted...was held woefully out of my reach.
We’re alike in that way, Spencer.
You had dreams. Aspirations. A desire, deep down, to live up to your father’s name. Surpass him, even. Become a better man and a bigger name than he ever was, even. First it was football, hm? But that never panned out. You just weren’t...good enough. Didn’t have what it took. Couldn’t...cut it.
So you decided to try your hand at this. The “sport of kings”. To truly be your father’s son.
But you failed in that, too, once. By your own hand no less. Your dream was right there, so close you could reach out and touch it...you had all the tools, you had the pedigree...but in one move you scrubbed it all away. Erased all that promise, all that hope...in a singular instant.
Just like that.”
Brody shakes his head, tsking under his breath.
“And now here you are again. Grasping for that same particular straw. Desperate to make your name once again. To prove that you can matter in this sport. That your...penance for what you’ve done wasn’t for naught. Angry and hungry for a chance to prove that all the time you’ve spent honing your body for this business...wasn’t for nothing. That that little bit of success you had before your failure wasn’t a mirage...but the real thing.
Running down a dream…
Destined for failure.”
A pause.
“Because you haven’t realized yet, what I realized a long time ago.
Dreams are poison.
They’re a deception. A lie. Something to keep us scraping and clawing, trying to...become something better. Trying to make a better life….For nothing. For absolutely nothing. All these hopes, all these dreams, all these desperate desires of yours...just bring pain. A struggle that simply isn’t worth it, when it all ends the same.
Six feet under. Dead. Forgotten.
All your wants don’t matter. Your desperation to be something in this industry...it won’t be fulfilled. All these dreams will bring for you is pain. Because that’s what dreams do. Send you down a path you never should have traveled, and make your meaningless end far more violent than it should have been. It’s time for you to learn like I did, Spencer.
First hand.”
Brody sighs, pushing his hair back. Eyes cold and dead, staring straight ahead.
“Hopes. Aspirations. Desires.
Things I wanted, and things I wished I could be. I dreamed, and dreamed, and dreamed. Striving for the day it would all come true. Pinning everything on the thought that some day, I would make all those dreams and desires come true.”
He snorts, almost derisively.
“That day never came. Those dreams, they dried up and died. Some more painfully, more...violently than others. But every last one of them was just...gone. Just like that. Everything I...or...the man I used to be...ever wanted...was held woefully out of my reach.
We’re alike in that way, Spencer.
You had dreams. Aspirations. A desire, deep down, to live up to your father’s name. Surpass him, even. Become a better man and a bigger name than he ever was, even. First it was football, hm? But that never panned out. You just weren’t...good enough. Didn’t have what it took. Couldn’t...cut it.
So you decided to try your hand at this. The “sport of kings”. To truly be your father’s son.
But you failed in that, too, once. By your own hand no less. Your dream was right there, so close you could reach out and touch it...you had all the tools, you had the pedigree...but in one move you scrubbed it all away. Erased all that promise, all that hope...in a singular instant.
Just like that.”
Brody shakes his head, tsking under his breath.
“And now here you are again. Grasping for that same particular straw. Desperate to make your name once again. To prove that you can matter in this sport. That your...penance for what you’ve done wasn’t for naught. Angry and hungry for a chance to prove that all the time you’ve spent honing your body for this business...wasn’t for nothing. That that little bit of success you had before your failure wasn’t a mirage...but the real thing.
Running down a dream…
Destined for failure.”
A pause.
“Because you haven’t realized yet, what I realized a long time ago.
Dreams are poison.
They’re a deception. A lie. Something to keep us scraping and clawing, trying to...become something better. Trying to make a better life….For nothing. For absolutely nothing. All these hopes, all these dreams, all these desperate desires of yours...just bring pain. A struggle that simply isn’t worth it, when it all ends the same.
Six feet under. Dead. Forgotten.
All your wants don’t matter. Your desperation to be something in this industry...it won’t be fulfilled. All these dreams will bring for you is pain. Because that’s what dreams do. Send you down a path you never should have traveled, and make your meaningless end far more violent than it should have been. It’s time for you to learn like I did, Spencer.
First hand.”