Change of Mind: Kite Runner

After a couple years, Soraya and Amir's marriage seems to be humdrum and almost boring. It has become altogether normal and stereotypical; thoroughly becoming what all couples aspire not to be and what almost all achieve. There is still love, but no fire, no hope. They hide their feelings from each other although they secretly know what the other feels, but still refuse to acknowledge it. Refuse to acknowledge failure. Refusal to acknowledge that their dreams are gone and forgotten. Suppressed under too many layers of fear that they will never see the light of day. Obligation, monotony, and near-utter perception drives their marriage, all of the components of really late night TV. I don't want to become the living clone of a TV show no one watches unless they have no choice. We laugh at their not so funny jokes and hope that something more entertaining is coming on soon; the regularity of their lives not phasing us because we know that will never be us. If it doesn't happen to us, who are those TV shows written for, who are they inspired by? Never us, never me, we say. My life will be exciting, every day something new! But we forget these wide-eyed dreams soon enough and settle into our boring and safe lives. Maybe we'll realize one day we should have done something different, but what can we do now that we are old and gray? Is there some special formula, some secret ingredient for living life well? Living life right? No, there couldn't be, because someone would have written that recipe. In the end we hope for a better lock, a special key to keep those wide-eyed dreams locked safe in the shackles we keep in the prison of our hearts. But somehow they escape, flying off to infect some new soul's heart. If only we'd stretch up, right before they were out of reach, and catch a just a few back. We could set those dreams free in our hearts and minds, and contemplate whether we were strong enough to break out of the mold we so easily fell into, and achieve a few.