Getting a way for a while

Whether you're the greatest of great or the lowest of low, everyone feels like they just need something to change. Sometimes change finds us, and we feel much less than wonderful for a while. It's not that we're resentful, but caught off guard. There has always been something that we want. Sometimes we don't even know what we want, and all we want is to know what we want. We can sit and daydream for hours on end with an aspiration to finally take that one quick leap of faith we once felt so close to. At nights we can sit up and look at the sky knowing that there is just something we are missing. If we just put our arms out we can almost touch it. To some people it comes late at night when we're trying to sleep, grabbing for something, someone, that isn't there. Maybe we know that there is something missing. Maybe those that have experienced life need so much more than this life has to offer. Maybe fate is a force that we used to know, and now we're relearning it all over again. We try so hard to find what isn't there that often we pretend that we aren't even looking anymore. "I'm done!" we tell ourselves. We consider that we're crazy for believing that there could be so much more, that maybe a place made just for us will be waiting for us if we only look hard enough. We give up, not because others think we've lost it, but because we think we're expecting too much. But there in the back of our minds is that lingering idea, that memory that didn't happen. Can we really cast it aside as if it never happened?
Every now and again we need to stop and think about what is happening around us. Where do we fit in the world? Maybe we are hurting, struggling to be known, to be loved, to be noticed. More often than not right beside us we will find the hurt, the tired, and the neglected. How much joy we can find in helping them feel important, supported, maybe even help them know that you're crazy too. Perhaps we need to find a new way. A way that is virtuous and honest, something that makes us better than we started. Make life something that is tender and lasting. So many people for so long are just looking for that other place where they can escape, where they can stop for just one precious moment to catch a drift of air filling their souls with hope, with vigor and with renewed faith that things will get better. Maybe all that really exists is the dream. But isn't it worth dreaming? Dreams are the only things that we can hold tight when all the lights seem to fade and everyone else is gone, leaving us with a thought, that dream, bringing us closer to something more than ourselves, more than others, more than just words and poems and songs and verses that come so short of what we feel. You can't even imagine what others are feeling. They've seen so much, been so many places, and felt things that we couldn't even start to understand, yet in the collection of humanity there is that want, that drive to just feel like you belong to someone. God is a maker of men, yet why would He not put a little of Himself in the recipe? Are we meant to suppress the idea that just maybe, in the slim chance that we are meant for something more, there is "right" out there made just for us. You'll find a small glimpse in the nights you spend with a lover, the long talks you have with a friend, or the laughing with a child. It can keep us knowing that we could live like that. So many give up hope, they give up the dream, and soon the light fades from their eyes, replaced with cynical thoughts of "never" and "couldn't" only to leave us with a hurting heart and the idea that they reached the best any of us can achieve. Bitter ends never gave life to those we love. Maybe it isn't all perfect, and maybe those we might love let us down. Maybe life ends too soon, and maybe we don't deserve all the pain we feel, but a fraction of time could tell us how much peace there is to be found if we will only listen. I guess it's overrated in this life, waiting. But so many people are in such a hurry to get nowhere, I can't help but wonder if they even care where they get just so long as they get somewhere. The victor of somewhere. They don't know why they are there, but they know that the battle was hard and that they spent much of their energy getting to wherever they are. In the end, they find that the dream is even further from them, now that they've lost sight of what is important.
It isn't too late. There is never a too late. For when we stop and think about where we are, and hold that memory close, we realize that maybe never is just the opportunity for forever. They say that the only real insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting new results. Maybe our insane inspiration isn't so strange after all. Try getting a way for a while. This is my new philosophy in a tea cup.