I have been thinking about dreams. You see, they are dying one by one. With the decline of newspapers, future reporters have one less outlet for their art. With the cuts in our aerospace program, future astronauts will remain grounded. With the rise in the rise of a college education and a fall in the means to pay for it, there is a large gap where youth have to reevaluate their priorities. It may be a matter of time before an individual’s American dream will be unattainable.
Your house was the dream of its architect. Your town was the dream of its founders. Practically everything in your own was the dream of its inventor. Dreams are the invisible currency that has supplied our indomitable spirit. The same spirit that saw us through our toughest times and darkest days.
When we no longer have a dream to work toward, what then will remain for us to look forward? What will it all mean? What legacy will we leave behind? It was impossible dreams that motivated people to do the unthinkable. This county is the remarkable result of the pilgrims’, founding fathers’, explorers’, farmers’, and generations of parents combined dreams to have something better for their children.
John Adams said as much in this letter: “I must study Politicks and War that my sons may have liberty to study Mathematicks and Philosophy. My sons ought to study Mathematicks and Philosophy, Geography, natural History, Naval Architecture, navigation, Commerce and Agriculture, in order to give their Children a right to study Painting, Poetry, Musick, Architecture, Statuary, Tapestry and Porcelaine.”
If we let dreams die, our potential dies with them. If our potential perishes, then the sacrifices of the countless generations before us are made nothing. We can’t let that happen if we can possibly help it.