“Nothing is as boring as other people’s dreams.” John Green
That’s probably true, so I’ll leave this here for me, you don’t need to read it.
We were on holiday, I think. Anyway, we were in a “nice” place. With the family, table outside, enjoying eating and being together. From where we were sitting I could see a really high place. It was near but not close. It has my attention and I know I want to go there.
It looks like you could get to the high place on a long and steep stair case. I knew I wanted to climb the stairs. I knew I really wanted to be up on that high place.
The thing was, there was a high, thick hedge which stops me from being able to see how to get to the bottom of the stairs. I can’t see how to begin the climb.
Cut to inside the house, and I’m looking out of the upstairs bedroom window and I’m excited that I can clearly see the way to the bottom of the stairs. It’s a convoluted journey, through roadworks, doubling back on itself and certainly not easy but I can see the way. Almost like looking down on a maze and seeing the only way through the maze, I can see how to get to the stairs and I can see how to get to the high place.
It’s an odd feeling. I can see where I want to be and for the first time, I can see how to get there.
What does it mean?
Answers on a postcard please!