Those of us who have hopes, hold tightly to them. I have found during this life that there is insufficient time to enclose them all. There is not enough time to focus on them as well as our commitments. And we don’t know this up between the eyes at the time we make our first commitment. Because we are honorable peoples, we stay the route and run out of time which takes us with it. The commitments we go into, with part of us still wishing hopes fulfilled, take energy into their cause. So the girl who wished to write teaches her children and they become fine writers. And she who created in the kitchen for her brothers teaches her children how to create with their hands, with their minds, in the pleasure of the fields in all weather. She teaches the glory of creation with reverence. We learn what we can do with what we have and are richer for it.
We watch our children make commitments with their desires running alongside, to find that they must shelve portions of them we term dreams (because they are not yet physical) and tend to the needs of commitments. And then we wish that each generation will be aware of consequences when decisions are made that prevent desire’s fulfillment. Failure? Giving up? No, just reality doing a check. Humans must be a priority, especially when we make them. What values would have gone into a dream are instilled instead, in commitments. We learn early that our hearts teach us in ways the world cannot.
And the dreams of value, either genetically impregnated or morally ensconced,will have their day either here or elsewhere. And the dream being of noble quality demands a someone of noble quality to carry it. If the progeny carry their commitments with honor, their dreams will be carried by a someone with honor. Our hopes, if passed to one with memory who cherishes these, will be fulfilled. And we will be the person of quality who dreamed the desire into being. When we have worked the dailyness, laid the groundwork, done the footwork, and have ploughed the field to make it ready to work, the hope will be a reality.
All of Life is carefully balanced.
Photo by John Hallissey