You know that feeling
when you wake up from a dream that’s too fantastic to be real
and you immediately shut your eyes and hope for just a few more seconds to spare until the next snooze cycle
so that you can savor the contents of your dream?
I wish life had a pause button, like the hundreds of thousands of videos that I’ve watched
so that I can stop and enjoy the moment before allowing it to whisk by
Life is like driving on a freeway.
The cars that whiz by are the seconds ticking by
Construction sites and blocked lanes are hardship that hinder the flow of life
and the mountains in the distance ahead of you are your deepest hopes and dreams that you know that you are getting closer to.
But even then, the distance and time gap remains
between who you are now and who you hope to be
because “tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace day to day”
(WOW Shakespeare, Hamilton, and my 3 am thoughts!)
Nature is cruel in that it allows nothing to stay the same
the bird that you saw the other day, whistling a melody as it perched on top of the white gate
it won’t be there to brighten your morning twenty years down the road.
and love and kindness and passion and joy
those things stay a little longer
and that is what I’m grateful for.
I had a dream that the trees turned gold and crimson
kind of ironic considering that I live in California,
where fall doesn’t seem to exist.