Woke up to a dream about a girl whose face I was missing. She, instead, woke up thinking about a trip to New York City.
After realizing it was all just a dream I was a bit somber. Perhaps letting go, even of fantasies and faeries, can be a chilly wind to the soul seeking warmth.
"It is so fatally easy to confuse an aesthetic appreciation of the spiritual life with the life itself - to dream you have waked, washed, and dressed, and then to find yourself still in bed..." (1)
Part of me would, sometimes, trade the dream for reality I suppose, but I understand that part of reality is that hardship, toil, pain, suffering, they too have their purpose. Since I cannot see all paths, all outcomes of all chanced steps taken, I cannot be the one who judges with true equity. I cannot fully talk about what is outside the box if I am wholly inside the box with no ability to actually go outside of it. To some of the reality that is at hand I must submit. Carrying your allotted burden, the so-called cards dealt, is not folly, per se; if indeed it is the burden you should bear. But who decides what is the appropriate burden? When is enough then enough?
Whatever is decided, I think it should be done humbly so, and I should not take others' decisions so lightly in the paths they choose, either.
If the sublime goodnesses I encounter be so only in fading dreams, I can appreciate them still; yet still walk on with, or against, that steady blowing cold wind...
- C.S. Lewis, Yours, Jack: Spiritual Direction from C.S. Lewis; Letter to Arthur Greeves, 15 June 1930, p. 16