We all have hopes, wishes, and dreams. There’s a saying that everything that ends ends badly, otherwise it wouldn’t have ended. Most things are a mixed bag of good and bad. As we go through this life, we pursue the good.
When young and innocent, we believe in fairy tales. That wispy clouds, beautiful, that help block out the sun, are just pretty little things, failing to realize, they’re here one minute, gone the next. Or that they bring rain, or block out the sun, when the sun is what we need. That love is a fairy tale, and when we find it we’ll live happily ever after. That all you need is love, and your person will be everything you dreamed of, forever and always. Love and passion, a person always there for you, will never let you down or disappoint you. Only as you go through it, and experience it, you find that’s not really what love is all about. However wonderful the love is to start, the heights of what you feel with that person will wane. Reality will come along, as pure benevolence can’t last forever. That which is new, is not new forever. The joy of that new connection is difficult or impossible to sustain. That when we are not while ourselves, we can fall in the trap of finding someone to complete us. Only, once we’re made complete or they are, it’s not the same. And if you are complete yourself, 1+1 = 3 is not nearly as fulfilling as 1/2 + 1/2 = 1. So what is love? And then of life? We pursue what we think we want out of life. We get some of it, or all of it through struggles, sormetiimes from sacrifice, patience, hard work. Lucky, unlucky. And in the end, when we realize some of our hopes and dreams, why was it really for? Does it truly make us happy. Is it instead the journey, and not the destination? If so, then what is life really about? Love? Clouds?
We all have hopes, wishes, and dreams. There’s a saying that everything that ends ends badly, otherwise it wouldn’t have ended. Most things are a mixed bag of good and bad. As we go through this life, we pursue the good.
When young and innocent, we believe in fairy tales. That wispy clouds, beautiful, that help block out the sun, are just pretty little things, failing to realize, they’re here one minute, gone the next. Or that they bring rain, or block out the sun, when the sun is what we need. That love is a fairy tale, and when we find it we’ll live happily ever after. That all you need is love, and your person will be everything you dreamed of, forever and always. Love and passion, a person always there for you, will never let you down or disappoint you. Only as you go through it, and experience it, you find that’s not really what love is all about. However wonderful the love is to start, the heights of what you feel with that person will wane. Reality will come along, as pure benevolence can’t last forever. That which is new, is not new forever. The joy of that new connection is difficult or impossible to sustain. That when we are not while ourselves, we can fall in the trap of finding someone to complete us. Only, once we’re made complete or they are, it’s not the same. And if you are complete yourself, 1+1 = 3 is not nearly as fulfilling as 1/2 + 1/2 = 1. So what is love? And then of life? We pursue what we think we want out of life. We get some of it, or all of it through struggles, sormetiimes from sacrifice, patience, hard work. Lucky, unlucky. And in the end, when we realize some of our hopes and dreams, why was it really for? Does it truly make us happy. Is it instead the journey, and not the destination? If so, then what is life really about? Love? Clouds?
God Love Joni Mitchell. Thank you for this gift.