Profundity or pretentiousness? Either way, I'm probably wrong.
When you search for yourself, you will never find the you whom you sought because in the course of your search, you became a new person.
In reaching for the stars, we leap toward the sky and land on the treetops. And so we can see the stars more clearly. Beyond that, we can only stretch out our arms or fall back to the ground. The stars are unattainable.
The truth is the sun. It exists, but some people see only clouds, some cower from its strength, and some try to look straight at it but cannot.
Such are the thoughts that raced through my mind when I looked out the window and saw, beyond the leaf-laden branches of our oak tree, an airplane soaring in the dark of the night.
In reaching for the stars, we leap toward the sky and land on the treetops. And so we can see the stars more clearly. Beyond that, we can only stretch out our arms or fall back to the ground. The stars are unattainable.
The truth is the sun. It exists, but some people see only clouds, some cower from its strength, and some try to look straight at it but cannot.
Such are the thoughts that raced through my mind when I looked out the window and saw, beyond the leaf-laden branches of our oak tree, an airplane soaring in the dark of the night.