When I was little, I always wanted to play on a cloud. I never thought about falling through one. I incorrectly assumed that a soft and fluffy cloud, would be able to hold me.
Yesterday morning I woke up and went to look out the window, since that’s the ONLY way to ever know what the wether is like, and everything was white. Solid white. Pressed up against the windows, white. I couldn’t see anything. A cloud, in the form of thick fog, had settled over us. I wondered what that would look like from the sky and pictured a big cloud, just laying over the houses, streets and sidewalks. A cloud, that fell from the sky.
I kept watching and when I thought it wasn’t too dangerous, I went for a walk. When you’re IN a cloud, you can only see where you are. Everything you’re walking toward, cannot be seen. It was so cool. I walked on the sidewalk, since walking in the street was out of the question. Little by little, the sun started burning off the fog and I could see farther and farther ahead.
It’s the same thing as looking at the gorgeous photographs from outer space. If we were in the star nursery that looks so amazing, we wouldn’t be able to see it. When we are in something, we’re too close to it, so we can’t see the bigger picture. Life is exactly like that. Our lives, seen from a distance, would probably look far different from what we think they look like. No matter what we’re in, our vision is always blocked. No matter where we are, we can only see so far ahead. Our physical ability to see is quite limited. A hawk would starve, if he had to hunt from the ground. We wouldn’t be able to see the glaciers melting, if we were standing ON one. But from the air, we can see what’s happening. Whatever we think is going on, is being seen from our limited vantage point. We only ever see a tiny part of the picture.
Walking in the dense flog, I didn’t know if the fog ended on a different street, or if it went on forever. There’s so much we go through in life, never knowing when it will end, or begin. Never knowing for sure, what’s right in front of us. We are constantly called on, to make decisions from only one perspective, from the tiny fraction of life that we can see. We live by guessing, by assuming, by having bits and pieces of the picture, but never the information we need to make logical and well informed decisions. It’s like waking through the fog, not know what lies ahead, but waking just the same.
Clouds can’t hold me. I know they’re wet and weight tons. I also know that if I could live on a cloud, I wouldn’t be able to see anything past my nose. So that childhood dream, was just that…a dream. Sometimes, what we think we want, is just like a childhood dream. A dream, that when we find out the truth, is nothing at all way we thought it would be.
It was fun being surrounded by fog. Scary and magical at the same time, since one never truly knows if a left over dinosaur will come crashing over houses, crushing cars and smashing trees in an effort to get to you. I mean, anything’s possible, right? Maybe dinosaurs only come out during the fog. We don’t know. Really. We don’t.