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My Bohemian Dream

So I have this crazy imagination. I see things, or create things all the time in my mind. For the most part the visions are disasters. Death, macabre, all those things that make up a great old school horror movie. It is both my curse and my gift. But beneath that surface lives a dream I have had since I can remember. The dream of a Bohemian Community.

For those that aren’t sure what in the Hell Bohemian means let me share a few facts with you. Feel free to skim through the facts…

The Dictionary defines Bohemian as: * A native or inhabitant of Bohemia. * The group of Czech language dialects used in Bohemia. * An artisan, usually gifted in literature or the creative arts; one who defies social conventions; a gypsy.

While these definitions are technically correct, they don’t seem to do justice to describing the Bohemian lifestyle.

Being Bohemian is all about living in an alternative space. Bohemians express themselves without regard for social convention. They attempt to experience the mysteries of life through their unique perspective.

The term Bohemian, as it refers to lifestyle, seems to have begun in France with the term La Boheme. It started as a way of describing bands of carefree ‘gypsys’ that came from Romania. As they traveled through Bohemia (now the Czech Republic), the reigning royalty gave them letters of safe passage. These letters indicated that the Bohemian royalty condoned their practices and lifestyle, which afforded them a sense of prestige in western Europe at the time.

Today Bohemian is used to describe free-thinking, free-living people - usually artists. Its modern roots are with the Beatniks of the 1950s. Their poets now stand as icons of progressive libertarian thinking.

Growing up I never knew it had a name. Growing old I find the notion to be even more of a fantasy than when I was a child. My dream has always been to be surrounded by artists. Those with creative talents that span all genres. The painters, the writers, the thinkers, and activists. Those that refuse to mold themselves to what they think they want and are told they should have. I wish to live in a community where war is a distant memory, racism is unheard of, and morality is in the eye of the beholder.

I’ve always pictured an island somewhere isolated from the rest of the world. Each person assigned a job or jobs to maintain the community. Everyone would be supplied with what they needed because what they wanted was only to create. Nights would be spent around bon fires where the poets would share their latest piece of work. Days would be filled with makeshift galleries where artwork hung from the trees.

We would love and lose. We would find muses within each other. During the rain the painters would write, and when the sun was high the writers would try their hands at painting. There would be struggle, it makes an artist who they are. There would be fights, but each would follow with a peaceful resolution. This is my Bohemian dream, and when my mind can no longer take anymore pain it is where I chose to go.

There are people that will tell me I’m foolish. People that will demand that I get my head out of the clouds. I’ve heard it all before and it hasn’t stopped the dream so far. It is my quest to create such a place. I am well aware of how different it is from most people’s dreams. Perhaps it will appear as I imagined, but I would be fine with another version. I think I’ll go watch Moulin Rouge for the 500th time. It reminds me of my dream and never lets me forget the greatest thing I ever learned.

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