~ Life in the clouds ~

Life is one great and constant struggle, but also a challenge for which we need a lot of strength and patience. It is always based on some conflicts, defeats, and victories. Long and short sailing, calm and turbulent waves, sunny days and storms, fear and optimism, joy and anticipation, despair and hopelessness are constantly changing on this endless open sea. Trying to escape from the darkness, we stretch out our hands to the clouds. At those moments, it seems to us that nothing is favorable to us: neither the wind, nor the sun, nor the moon, nor the sky. We are continuously followed by the feeling that there is not enough solid support that can withstand the weight of the load we carry. Our towers are collapse and everything that our thought touches, hurts. Lonely, we stand on some nameless space without glow, beauty and features, without witnesses and judges, and we fight battles without beginning and end, for which we often realize too late that they were futile. Our soul is constantly wandering around in this space, looking for its place. And just when we think we have found it, life surprises us. It turned its back and left us alone to rebuild something of nothing. Deceptive and unpredictable, it never gives what it promises; it’s always more or less than that. It gives us a false hope that often leads us to the wrong path. Only when we get lost we realize that we did not need to take some gifts. Everything on its shelves is attractive and rewarding, but the real taste of this motley is felt only when we taste it. Enchanted by its vast spaces, we are constantly rush from one side to the other, and not misgiving that each of our movements and moves leave traces. Often naive and careless, we write stories without an eraser. Without dramatic text, on an open stage with a curtain of clouds, we play badly assigned roles. Without the ability to choose whether we will act in a tragedy or comedy, whether we will laugh or cry, we transform ourselves from a man into a ghost, from a witch in a good fairy, from a prince to a beggar, from a wise man into a fool. Tired of constant transformation and disguise, some actors accept life as much as he is; they do not choose the role or the director. Every role for them is welcome. Unlike them, there are those who believe that they can climb to the clouds and that some new and better reality awaits them there. Enchanted, they do not see the world around them. Like windmills, they give themselves to unknown winds. They can not resist blue dreams and comfortable white pillows, which persistently call them and raise their visions up to the sky. The soft celestial carpets, far from the cruelty and rudeness of everyday life, bring some new, miraculous life. Under the open sky everything is clear and visible. There are no hidden thoughts, dungeons and nightmares. Everywhere there are only white clouds, behind which, somewhere in the distance, there are small, colorful dots of the sad world, which is lost in the beauty of infinity. All journeys in this infinity are free and unlimited, and nobody stops anyone. Passengers are indented in their thoughts, in which everything is beautiful, magnificently and long-lasting. In this miraculous world, everyone can realize his dreams without any particular strain. It's just enough to close his eyes and let himself enjoy it. Life at these heights looks lightweight like a breeze. Without foundations, built of imagination and dreams, it can not even collapse. Like clouds, it just passes and disappears somewhere in an infinite of illusions. Walking along that thin wire between heaven and earth, at one point, some optimists stop. As they observe the ground, they realize that the heights are not as tempting as they appear to them and that the clouds are not as close as they look. Lost somewhere between the ground and the blue sky, they stand and do not know whether they will go up or down, until the crucial moments, those which make them choose between reality and fiction, truth and lies, startle them. Some souls stay trapped forever within that invisible boundary and sail through life as twigs float down the river; they don’t move, they are carried by nothingness, emptiness and disappearance; they don’t know where they are, what they want and even less what they are able to do. They are convinced that everything is happening for a reason and that they have absolutely no role in the events they attend. Pessimism and indifference are the favorite places to which they are constantly returning. Everything about their lives is calm and lethargic. To this peace and simplicity, the restless and curious spirits, which maintain the balance in nature, are opposed. They are constantly flying up and down; while they are on the ground they watch the clouds and while they are in clouds they search for runways to land. They always indefatigably go in circles, and they’re never bored. In their interesting lifetime, they meet various people: the ones in clouds, the ones on the ground and the trapped ones. Like a wizard, they move from one state to another, so it often happens that we can not recognize them until they begin to talk about their travels and adventures. Some of these stories seem so incredible, that, often, as we listen to them, we ask ourselves if it is possible that so much is happening between heaven and earth, just above our thoughts and views. Unlike these curious ones, there are people who are afraid to fly. They spend their entire life firmly bound to the ground. Out of great fear they never watch the clouds; they don’t even dream of them. They usually understand only the things they themselves have experienced; they can’t imagine something completely new and different. Everything that is strange and unknown always represents something negative and bad for them. When they come face to face with this unknown, they, frightened, flee. Nevertheless, in this crowd, sometimes courageous people, who firmly believe in something, appear. They express their strongest desires in just one word and everything about their being always makes some sense. With glow in the eyes, they are talking about the heights and their beauties. Everything in their lives is easy and achievable. The only obstacle that stands in the way to their destination is the decision. We watch them packing suitcases and setting off in a one-way direction, towards the clouds. They are in search of themselves and their dreams somewhere high in the endlessness of the blue sky, being constantly turned towards the stars. In the bright sky, they chose one light point and spent their whole life traveling to it, hoping that it will bear their name one day. And all of us, more or less, somewhere deep inside us, want the life in clouds without being aware that our entire happiness lies hidden in the events happening while we climb up towards them. On that thorny road, each of us has experienced a terrible destiny and bitter inner struggles until we’ve realized the beauty of simplicity. The strangest thing of all is that only in the end do we get to know simple things.
Life in the clouds, author Suzana Stojanović, May 27, 2007