The American Dream Revisited

My parents immigrated to the United States from Japan in the mid-1970s. They believed wholeheartedly in the American Dream. They believed in a meritocracy for us where we would one day be rewarded for our hard work and studying. We would go to a good college, that would hopefully lead to a steady office job, that offered insurance and a 401k. Then, we would be able to get married, buy a house, have kids, and support them in their old age. That was their dream.

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I, the loser daughter, was unable to carry out their dream before they died. It kills me everyday that I was not able to provide for them the way that they deserved.

I am a dilettante, a dabbler, a strictly surface type of gal, a master of none. I am overeducated and underemployed. I have no husband or children. I don’t own a car or a house. I live above my means in New York City.

Still directionless in my forties, I had to get real with the fact that I have no idea how I will support myself in the future. If I am unable to work because of sickness or am phased out of my job because of my age or because of advancing technology; I am sh*t out of luck.

Compared to most people in the world, I am extremely privileged and have no right to be complaining about my failure to live up to the American Dream. The very fact that I have the time to contemplate this and write about it on a blog means that I have more than everything that I need in this world. But being financially secure is still something I very much want to pursue. So much so that I started my own business last year, luckybaglove.com.

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