avatarLinda Halladay

Summary

The author reflects on the futility of chasing rainbows as a metaphor for holding onto past memories, advocating for embracing joy and personal growth after loss.

Abstract

The article "Chasing Rainbows" uses the experience of trying to reach the end of a rainbow as a poignant metaphor for the author's journey through grief. The author recounts a nostalgic drive with a loved one, W.Lee, in pursuit of a rainbow that always remained just out of reach, much like the elusive nature of memories. Despite the initial sadness evoked by these memories, the author emphasizes the importance of changing one's perspective to transform melancholy into love and personal improvement. The narrative transitions from a tale of loss to one of resilience, as the author, a widow, chooses to live a life filled with joy, happiness, and love instead of grief. The article concludes with an invitation for readers to connect with the author for guidance on their own journey through grief, and a mention of the author's upcoming book on the subject.

Opinions

  • Memories, while precious, are likened to illusions and should not be the sole focus as they do not contribute to a better life.
  • The act of physically chasing a rainbow is futile, paralleling the idea that dwelling on the past does not change current circumstances.
  • The author believes in the power of perspective to alter the emotional impact of memories, suggesting that a shift in viewpoint can lead to personal growth and happiness.
  • There is an emphasis on the importance of moving forward from grief, with the author choosing to embrace a life of joy and love instead of remaining in sorrow.
  • The author offers to share their journey and insights with others, indicating a belief in the value of communal support and shared experiences in overcoming grief.

Grief | Life Lessons | Self Awareness | Inspiration | Self-Improvement

Chasing Rainbows

Memories, like rainbows, are illusions and don’t contribute to a better life.

Image by Beáta Komorníková from Pixabay

Seeing a rainbow today reminded me of a sad memory …

The biggest and most beautiful rainbow was so close. Just down at the end of the road, by the high school.

“Hon, let’s drive towards the rainbow. Maybe we can reach the end of it.”

W.Lee and I piled into his Jeep. Excited. The possibility of seeing a rainbow up close and personal was intriguing.

As we drove closer, the rainbow kept moving farther away from us. When we got to high school, we realized the rainbow was more like an optical illusion rather than a physical presence. (Rainbows are optical phenomena — when raindrops become prisms as the sun shines through them.)

So, we would never get close to it.

We laughed at our silliness. We drove back home, loving our little adventure, singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.”

How I long for those days.

As the tears start to well up, I have to remind myself to stop. Though those were sweet times, they’re gone. Dwelling on memories won’t help me today. In fact, they will make me feel miserable.

These memories won’t change the circumstances. The circumstances will stay the same. W.Lee is gone.

What I can change is how I view them. Changing my perspective, on this significant yet fundamental life event, can be powerful. I can turn my melancholy memories into loving ones. Instead of becoming bitter, I can become better.

PS I’m a widow who now refuses to live a life filled with grief, but instead, I now live a life filled with joy, happiness, and love.

PPS I’ve written about my journey out of grief and into bodaciousness. This story is adapted from the book I’m writing entitled “Reclaim. Rev-Up. Rejoice. A Widow’s Journey out of Grief and into Bodaciousness.” Would you like a guide in your journey through grief and into your new destiny? You can connect with me at [email protected].I’d like to take baby steps with you.

PPPS If you’d like to read other stories like this, then go here:

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