Dream-weavers

"Clouds are the dream weavers of the sky, spinning fantasies in sunlight."

What a beautiful sentence, I thought to myself as I flipped through the pages of Rabindranath Tagor's poem, Stray Birds.

I did always wonder why clouds appear at times like the things we see around us everyday but then I remembered that as humans we are on the constant search for meaning, even to the extent of creating some when there is none. I think that's beautiful, how we envision something and then will it into existence or 'manifest' it if we want to turn to modern lingo. But at the same time, it scares me because it borders on delusion.

Some people will see the 'good' in someone who is most parts dark and full of vicious intent. They will believe determinedly and obstinately that such people will change their ways for them and become better people. But the truth is, some people cannot be saved. Not unless they want to be, anyway. It is intent that matters, in my opinion. The rest comes to you. However, when a person gives up on themselves entirely and abandons all hope, there is little that can be done to bring them back. Sometimes they are just too drained to give a damn and other times, they don't see the point in changing, perhaps because they have grown so used to it. The consequence of picking up bad habits, I guess.

What I'm trying to say is that people will see what they want to see which brings me to my final point that we are the true dream-weavers, not the clouds. We think, we imagine and we create. This is why it's so important to stay optimistic and to never lose sight of the silver lining that Tagore seems to be hinting at in his poetry.