Is it too much to ask that something great happen in our lives? I mean monumental. I think that most of us went through that phase in our early teens when we KNEW we were destined for great things. We were handpicked to lead lives of consequence. As I approach midlife and realize that the likelihood is lessening, I still find myself drawn to themes of greatness.
I can remember being a teenager and reading Lord of the Rings and learning the elvish alphabet. My friends and I developed these back stories about our elvish character selves. We felt like we had a secret knowledge that we were really going to be something special someday. Of course it was fantasy, but I wonder if that is something that fades with time or is it that thing that draws us to stories of the same theme, whether it’s a movie or a book or an old wives tale.
