Any dream will do

Ever since I started this new job about a year ago, I've been waking to chirping birds. I would love to tell you all about the magpies and the cuckoos and the pigeons and the thrushes (no, sick minds, I do not imply an unwanted infection around the mouth) that coo and twitter and wake me up long before the alarm has a chance to trill, but for all I know, and I think I do, they may be the little grey sparrows that I've missed ever since I grew up. They used to frequent my childhood home, which, technically, is right downstairs and I used to leave a few grains for them to peck on and a small bowl of water for when they got thirsty. 

I don't know how many of you remember a post of mine on another blog some years ago (the blog's since been deleted and I'm not known to save my posts) where I wrote that I wanted a job where I could wake up to sunrise and walk back home to sunset so I could see the oranges and the silvers and the greens of real life that I could see only on my computer screen. Back then, I had this quality called ambition - as far as my career goes, that is. I digress most of the time that I do talk, other than when I'm talking with my girlfriends about the men we wanna, ahem, you know, but a conversation that I had recently with an old friend convinced me that any ambition I had to climb the corporate ladder has taken a walk and fallen off a bridge somewhere into a water body from where it probably won't ever rise again. Some very pertinent questions were raised and I admit that I tried to pretend that ambition was still my best friend for a few days after, but I realised yesterday that I was lying to myself - something I'm incapable of. 

So, between lacking ambition and birds that sing, what am I really trying to say? 

This. Sometimes, you come across a few lines or words in a book or a song that are far removed from real life but closer to a sense of connection than with any single living known person that you love or live for. Emotions that have been hibernating for so long that you might have forgotten they exist miraculously come alive once again.

Life is so beautiful sometimes, it makes you cry.