LOOKING FOR PAC MAN FULFILLMENT
I was in the 5th grade, sitting tortured in a classroom, couldn’t wait for the dumb day to be over because at home ... I had waiting for me ... Pac Man on my Atari 2600. The day before I had plunked down $40 to have this game for myself. That was like 1982 - so it’d be around $5000 today. But it was worth it .... somehow the fact that it was really lame and not at all like the arcade game didn’t matter to me - my hopes were high. Every day, for the rest of my life ... playing Pac Man on my Atari.
The kid sprinting out of class as soon as the bells rings, knocking over women, children and the elderly to get home and play Atari reveals what he is hoping in to bring him life.
The guy ripping the curtains open every morning looking for a day off, or the college student living for the weekend, or thirsty Thursday - or the poor kid that gives away a freezer full of popsicles to the neighbor kids so that they’ll let him play with them .... they’re all hoping in something to make life better and by their actions reveal what they are hoping in.