After everything I’ve learned about Elvis so far I have a sort of new view of the American Dream. It seems that attaining the American dream is not actually the point of success, but it’s the hope of the dream. Elvis seems to prove that it is almost impossible to hold onto the dream. And even if you could, wouldn’t it get old, just like everything else? It’s the journey that is the real dream. If you have reached the climax of life, you have achieved the dream, then what? It seems that life is over. That’s how everyone describes the decline of Elvis. He was young and full of rebellious energy. He did what he liked regardless of the norm and gained success, money, and fame. The problem was that what’s young grows old, what was new becomes the norm, and what was a thrilling experience seemed to lose it’s draw. So we continue to idolize Elvis because we are at once happy about his success and talent and also full of pity that it had to end. Yet it doesn’t stop anyone from aspiring to the American dream. The possibility and the opportunity for the American dream is the real American dream.