To Reach The Unreachable Star

With all this occupying of cities from Wall Street to Vancouver, I have been thinking a lot lately about the generational differences that have emerged.  To be perfectly honest, I have a hard time relating to the 99%, but at the same time don't really understand why because as an eternal intern, I have also fallen victim to bad policy and a crap economy at the worst possible time...upon graduation from uni.

Being an intern over the last few years has taught me a lot of things, but the thing that it has sparked inside me the most is the belief in the American dream.  I haven't given up hope and have never felt so close to accomplishing the things I have always desired the most.  In fact, sometimes I think that I am privileged for having to endure this crap economy because if it wasn't for that I might not be who I am today.  I have struggled with numerous jobs to support my dream of someday becoming a producer and I appreciate every opportunity all the more because of it.  

I am not bitter.  Maybe I should be.  Yes it's true that I am sometimes late on paying rent, and last week I had to ask my parents to help pay for my broken brakes on my clunk of shit car, but... without a dream, what is there to look forward to?

xxx

Rose