“Welcome to the real world!” she said to me condescendingly. “Take a seat; take your life plot it out in black and white”. This conversation I have had with Mother Nature morning after morning since winter officially began sometime in December. One would think that experience teacheth fools but alas this is one fool who has refused to learn.
I have dared to dream as our forefathers taught us to; I have dared to dream of a holiday paradise every single night; I have dared to dream of lush foliage in jungle that winds up at the sea shore; I have dared to dream of warm, sweat infested sunny days crashing through the said jungle and winding up at the coast; I have dared to dream time and time again about endless white sandy beaches; I have dared to dream about azure skies obscured by the occasional fluffy cloud crossing the path of the ever-smiling sun; I have dared to dream of clear sapphire waters into which I dipped my feet in and enjoyed the flow of wild fishes as they swam aimlessly about my feet; I have dared night after night to have this dream of sun soaked days and warm breezy nights by the sea whiling time away with coconut drinks but alas its been proven yet again to be but a dream.
Thus this morning again we had that chat, Mother Nature and I. this morning when it was too foggy to think; this morning when it was too cold to leave bed; this morning when the elements conspired to eliminate all sorts of resistance whether passive or aggressive; this morning when a heater and hot chocolate were no match for the viciousness of Mother Nature’s elements; this morning when I woke up from one of those ‘happy-weather-dreams'
“Welcome to the real world!” she said to me very condescendingly. “Take a seat; take your life plot it out in black and white”
For now you win, but tomorrow is yet another day and I have faith and that you cannot take away.
