"Free people don't know the value of freedom, that's the problem" - Aravind Adiga (The White Tiger)
Seeing all different perspectives of the East Coast for the first time was an eye opening experience. In Boston our forefathers fought to establish not only a future for Americans but the American dream. As I traveled from Boston to New York by perception of the American dream began to twist along every country road. In New York I stood outside the upper echelon with their 13 million dollar apartments and grim faced security guards. In Ithaca, New York, I drove through rural lower class cities and saw smiling faces, faithfully selling fruit on the dust ridden steets, and then later after making little profit, returning to old, run down, family houses. It made me ask myself: what really is the american dream?
Is the American dream monetary success or happiness? Are the really able both attainable or can they never be combined? Does money lead to corruption or even worse a simple lifeless monotony? A kind of monotony where the days blend into one lifeless blend of a routine consisting of dry nothingness. Once every dream is tangible where does that leave the dreamer? Is he then, after fighting so long, reduced to a life of nostalgia? Maybe, after all the arduous uphill battles, he simply longs to be right where he started. Then where does that leave the American dream? So incredibly tangible, it becomes bitter, reduced to nothing but a regret.