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Somewhere over the rainbow
Feb. 4th, 2005 01:02 amWaxing philosophical...
Sometime in the near future I want to wake up where skies are blue and the dreams that I dared to dream really did come true.
All the wishing on stars I did as a child finally came true when I met Joe. I remember being 6 years old and wishing on the brightest star in the sky (which probably turned out to be a planet -- Venus perhaps?) that I would fall in love. Now those clouds are far behind me.
But my troubles are neither far behind me nor melting like lemon drops. I look at all my other dreams, shattered in a million pieces around my feet. My teaching career. My dream wedding (we could save for a million years and never afford the modest gala I wanted). Financial semi-security. A Democrat in the Oval Office. Okay, so I did my part on that one. 51% of the nation decided not to help me. :P
Yet somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Their happiness comes not from the rainbow itself but from their journey. There had to be a few storms in their way, maybe even suffering a broken wing. They don't even know if their destination holds the happiness they seek, and still they push on. In hope. Because in the end it's all we have. If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, so can we.
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.
Why, oh, why, can't I?
Sometime in the near future I want to wake up where skies are blue and the dreams that I dared to dream really did come true.
All the wishing on stars I did as a child finally came true when I met Joe. I remember being 6 years old and wishing on the brightest star in the sky (which probably turned out to be a planet -- Venus perhaps?) that I would fall in love. Now those clouds are far behind me.
But my troubles are neither far behind me nor melting like lemon drops. I look at all my other dreams, shattered in a million pieces around my feet. My teaching career. My dream wedding (we could save for a million years and never afford the modest gala I wanted). Financial semi-security. A Democrat in the Oval Office. Okay, so I did my part on that one. 51% of the nation decided not to help me. :P
Yet somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Their happiness comes not from the rainbow itself but from their journey. There had to be a few storms in their way, maybe even suffering a broken wing. They don't even know if their destination holds the happiness they seek, and still they push on. In hope. Because in the end it's all we have. If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, so can we.
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.
Why, oh, why, can't I?
