There's an argument to be made that if everyone were mindful and lived in the moment, that little art would be produced. Is Waiting for Godot or Madame Bovary about living in the moment? It's certainly unlikely that Flaubert did.
We are drawn to places by our dreams, the dreams of our ancestors, and the collective dreaming of people through the centuries. These places are made special for us by what happened there, whether in our personal history or the larger history of the world.
In a memorable production of Chekhov's The Seagull, presented by the Antaeus Company, a marvelous ensemble of classical actors based in LA, director Andrew J. Traister captures the brilliance and realism of Chekhov's rendition of the plight of humanity.
This year's historic Red Sox meltdown may have been more statistically horrendous on many levels than their 1978 swan dive, but with Boston having gone all the way in '04 and '07, the emotional letdown hasn't been nearly as severe.
Rich or poor, young and old, we all dream of something different, something better, if only when we gaze at the stars. And, regardless of our lot in life, we can give this perennial question a new answer.