Rainbows

When I was littler, my friends told me about a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Later, I remember watching a cartoon that painted a clearer picture. It was beautiful. We would talk about bouncing off those white clouds, and imagined floating without any worries. We were young and content with what we had. We weren’t chasing dreams. We only chased each other on our bicycles and on our bare feet. We had no thoughts, no plans nor fears of turning 30. We just wanted to fall asleep and wake up to breakfast, a packed lunch, maybe a snack and then a jolly play on the Mary-go-round!

After decades of growth, age on age, The thought of a pot of gold beneath a curvature of hopeful colours, sounds like a fairytale. Even though it could solve my fiscal problems at a snap!

If I could follow the rainbow, I would.

Partly because I love fairytales and happy endings.

I have never seen a rainbow, but I have seen the rain. I have danced in its light showers. I have also been beaten several times by its heavy drops. Some nights, when the thunder roars and the flash cuts through the dark skies, pits of anxiety in my belly sink deeper.

Maybe one day I should put a bow around a drop of rain. Hopefully, I would get a rainbow. Haha.

If I could throw my anxieties to the lightening, I would.

Maybe, I should do that too..

As I grow older, it gets realer. I know not to dance in the storm. So I listen as the drops hit against my window, in the quietness of the night waiting patiently for the storm to pass. Hoping that tonight is not the night my roof falls over my head, nor the night my feet are swept by the floods. Neither is it the night I loose my job, nor someone I love. More importantly, neither is it the night I lose my soul.

The rain is not the enemy neither is the rainbow a friend. They are part of the courses of nature- Phenomenal. Just like you and I. A part of the unknown. Sometimes scary when I consider it. Yet each day, when the sun rises over the horizon, I am hopeful. Maybe the world will never be a better place. At least not the way we hope for it to be. But the thought of something as beautiful as a pot of gold beneath a curvature of hopeful colours warms my heart.

Two nights into this new year, I thought about life and its ups and downs. How life sets out at a somewhat slow pace, yet there we are each year yearning for quick fixes setting targets that crush us. I said to myself, that living life was crazy!

Maybe the problem is trying to achieve so much in such little time!

I thought again about falling in love; I said to myself that loving was crazier!!

In this new year, I look forward to dancing in the light showers of the rain again. To throw my insecurities to the loud roar of the thunder or the flashes of the lightening. To slash my fears, to slay my demons. I hope to fall into a pot of gold and a barrel of love. I am looking forward to overcoming and becoming. Especially because no smooth sea ever made a great sailor. I hope to learn, unlearn and take the necessary steps towards the impactful things that will cause me to increase. I pray same for you also!!

I have learned that I cannot fight my regrets, nor undo them. I am thankful for my successes.

We may not experience it all together, at the same time and at once. To those of us who have already started, let’s continue from where we left off last year. To others, let’s start afresh- the slow progressive life journey.

PS: Achieve it at your own pace, please!.

Dear Reader, To 2022 🥂