|Be Like the Bird…
I used to have a recurring dream of flying. I would soar here and there, and whenever danger presented itself, I would simply flap my arms, rise vertically like a helicopter, lift off and fly away elsewhere. There was a tremendous feeling of complete detachment from my dream-life’s reverses, and a total sense of freedom.
In one sense, the pains and pleasures of this life are like a dream, not because they do not exist, but because, like a dream, they are temporary. When this dream-like lifetime is over, and we start afresh in a new one, the activities of this life, which, like a dream, fade from memory over time, will be as insignificant as those of experienced in a dream.
This quote of Victor Hugo reminded me of that oft-experienced dream.
“Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings.” – Victor Hugo