Cloud in a Box

I have always been fascinated by clouds. What you see once is not the same when you see it next. I photograph them a lot, I keep looking up to see what surprise waits overhead. It is one part of nature that is truly dynamic, never the same shape or form again. Clouds carry rain and play with sunlight to create magic. When it is truly hot, you hope they block the sun for some respite, and sometimes a cloud is just passing by, looking down at the earth, maybe wondering what the hell is happening. You never know where a cloud is going, and maybe neither does the cloud.

I wonder how it would be if applied to life. As Oscar Wilde said, "A man whose desire is to be something separate from himself invariably succeeds in being what he wants to be. That is his punishment. But with the dynamic forces of life and those in whom those dynamic forces become incarnate, it is different. People whose desire is solely for self-realisation never know where they are going."

We seldom hear advice that says to try out many things. That would amount to distraction and loss of direction. That advice of focus has worked across generations, but it forces us into a homogeneity of emotions. We experience the same accepted feelings of ambition, security, and success, in that specific order, all aimed at the same concept of achievement. The dynamism is lost while the search for it remains.

I could never imagine a cloud in a box.