Chasing Rainbows
Prose Poem
I found myself running the other day, and realized that I run a lot. Not literally. Not the exercise that I should be doing, but the proverbial “running” we all do when preoccupied with chasing rainbows. How beautiful they are whether they are the real thing, multicolored, in stark contrast to the storm clouds all around, or the action we deem beautiful because it helps to do something, to fulfill the justification for a righteous cause.
I can chase that scrappy piece of rubbish blown on the wind under the pretext of making our world a prettier place in which to live. I can save the whales, the fish and waterfowl from plastic and oil spills, a just and worthy cause. I can chase that rainbow of cutting my emissions to save our planet from global warming. I can help to save the planet from us, for us. I can learn compassion for marginalized peoples, for all people, or simply, just for us.
For there is a bounty, a boon, a treasure at the end of each rainbow. There is a blessing we accrue from our efforts, a karma, a pot of gold. For while our action of chasing that rainbow may actually succeed someday, the benefit we receive today is immediate and momentous. The satisfaction of doing something now, something real, is substantial and consequential. The satisfaction is real and the euphoria of having done something for someone else is priceless.
Chasing rainbows is not for wimps or people of little courage. On the contrary, it takes a massive strength of will, courage, faith, and perseverance, To reap the treasures foretold in the myths of legend. But to make this world a better place, chasing rainbows is a must. So, find one, pick one, chase it till you catch it. Do it for someone else, for us, for yourself. Make it something real.
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