Sunday 13 January 2008
Pippin, as you may know, is a musical. At the end of the show, Pippin stops chasing his dream for “something more” and realizes his dream is right here, with his wife and kids. His quest for greatness ends with he and his family alone on the stage, with the set, the costumes and the lights ripped out from underneath them. Pippin gives up and settles for something ordinary.
I always thought that was a lame ending. In my youth I never wanted to believe that the happiest me could ever occur unless I was a star. I wanted to find the ultimate quest, live the ultimate life and find the “something more”. There was no other option.
Now I’m Pippin. I’ve realized that the happiest moments of my life are not my brief moments of “stardom”. They are those many, wonderful, ordinary moments with my family. I’m not sure I’d trade lives with Bono, Sting or Kurt Cobain. I never thought I’d say it, but being called “Dad” is the most satisfying thing in my life. There is one area of my life that I don’t have any doubts and that’s the relationship I have with my kids.
Dreams don’t die, they just get refined and almost always for the better. The goal is a life worth living. The boulevard of broken dreams leads, in reality, to many happy endings.