“Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons almost everywhere
I’ve seemed at clouds that way
But now they only block the sunlight
They rain and snow on all people
So several factors I would have performed
But clouds bought in my way
I’ve seemed at clouds from equally sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I genuinely really don’t know clouds at all”
We’d like to think that our activities are aligned with the planet as it is.
They just cannot be. Every little thing we come across is filtered via what we know. And what we know will come from the incredibly human cultures we inhabit.
When anyone rejects you for a career, they are not rejecting you. How could they be? They never know you. As an alternative, they’re rejecting their story of you, the greatest approximation they had blended with the complex tale they (all of us) convey to ourselves about our desires, desires and fears.
We consider these tales and we compound them. We sharpen them, rehearse them and turn them into an augmented version of the planet as we see it, not the entire world as it is.
If it is not operating for us, the most effective thing we can do is start out to do the extremely tricky get the job done of telling a new story, a better story, a person which is a lot more useful.
The clouds are up to us.