Sometimes we need to be reminded that everything that happens in our lives is a bridge to somewhere. Even if you seem to be trolling peacefully along and the bridge falls out from beneath you. Yesterday afternoon, I made my way to campus, my daughter in tow, for an event the Honors College was hosting, a session with Pittsburgher Bill Deasy. Deasy, a former member of the band The Gathering Field that had the hit "Lost in America" in the mid-90s, is now a singer, songwriter, novelist, and screenwriter.
When I was 18, the first time I heard Deasy play, I was an awful lot like those freshmen sitting in the audience yesterday. I felt invincible, as though the whole world really was at my feet. As I looked around at their faces, I could see that youthful, rather distrustful sheen, that look that says, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've heard this all before. The best laid plans often go astray. That's something that all of you adults say." And I'm sure Deasy, almost 20 years ago, felt invincible also, strumming away at his guitar on the border of big things - a recording contract, stardom, 10,000 fans singing along with every word of his songs. Now, almost 20 years later, I think I can truly appreciate his words, how easy it really is to get lost in America and how much struggle it takes to remain passionate about your early dreams and ambitions. Which is, in the end, a battle worth fighting.
Everything is a bridge to somewhere. If you keep your eyes wide open, your wits about you, and your passions alive.