During a drive the other day we saw some beautiful rainbows. Pictures, of course, cannot do them justice. The kids were very vocal about wanting to chase the rainbows and find the pot of gold at the end.
Being young they didn’t understand when I tried to explain that rainbows are elusive, that they represent the unattainable, the constantly searched for. There is no pot of gold, the real reward is in the journey, the dream. The oldest is only six, so it’s a concept a little bit beyond them. I can barely understand it myself some days. Some days I want that pot of gold and I want it now. Other days I’m okay with striving and longing for the reward.
There are days the rainbow feels so far away, and then there are the days you feel as if you’ve found your pot of gold. Most days are in-between, but each day is part of the journey.