I had a dream last night about a great man desired by everyone. Men swarmed around him, looking up to him as their leader. Woman turned to admire him because he was just everything any woman could ever want. And I was the one that he wanted.
Of course this dream is a common fantasy. To be desired by someone who is desired by many people is to be of incredible value, right?
As I was silently reflecting over this dream my mother said, “I bet you can’t guess what I’m thinking about.” She said she was thinking about 2 contestants on American Idol: Scotty McCreery and James Durbin.
With that statement, my long-time fantasy of being desired by a desired man was immediately over. The fantasy’s feet hit the earth and a dose of reality finally hit home. The images of the Americal Idol contestants before, during, and after fame made it crystal clear. True, at one point they were really desired and loved by many. But it was entirely temporary.
Before being on AI they were just common nobodies. Then they rose to fame. Later, when they’ll inevitably change, they’ll be even more desired or start their natural decline from fame. No one can stay on top forever.
I was hoping for an eternal fantasy while reality can’t help but change. So if this once desired man was really all mine, how would I feel when he was no longer desired? Not so important, anymore. As the rightful owner of someone whose value has declined, I would be a broken record, explaining the credentials of the man who loves me (and consequently my own worth) to everyone who’ll stick around to listen.
And if he were to be more desired than I initially thought? I would never fully trust his heart would belong only to me. His love would come at a cost.
What’s more, everyone is the object of desire at some point in time. Everyone thinks they’ve scored a great catch. But as my wise brother once said, “for every beautiful woman, there’s at least one man who wants nothing to do with her.”
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