If you are wondering where the title comes from, its Shakespeare, Midsummer Nights Dream. Beautiful isn't it, and very true. Still, I cant help but think that its truth is lost these days, at least among most of the people that I have met lately. Now, dont get me wrong, Im not cynical about it, just hoping that I have just been looking in the wrong places. Then I pose the question, where is the right place?
I have sat outside looking at the stars with dear friends, and made a great realization. I pity the sun for the sake of the arrogant moon. I want to find someone who knows what I mean, to have a lesser sphere reflect your own light with a softer beauty that is often much more understood, but stolen nonetheless. I want someone who knows what they want from life, and will make no apologies about doing what it takes to get it, but still doesnt walk across plains of their vanquished foes to win. I want someone who is soft and gentle, but strong when they need to be. I want someone on whom the joy of life is not lost, who is happy with who they are, but more importantly, happy with who they are becoming. I want someone who I can learn from, who can learn from me, and who, together with, we can learn new things that alone we could not begin to understand. I want understanding and patience, but a touch of righteous anger whem merited. I want someone who understands that morals are eggshells, but ethics are sacred beyond religion, and actually knows the difference. I want someone who not only admits their guilts, but owns them, not necessarily to be embraced, but to be there, to be learned from, and in the learning to find the contrition. I want someone who is arrogant, not because they want to be, but because they can, and still to see fundamental equality in a world where there is no such definition. I want someone who enjoys every breath of their life, who pursues it with the vigor of gods, and who in their final breath will not breath a sigh of relief for the sake of escaping regret, but will instead smile the smile of the finally content and whisper the name of something loved. I want quiet nights wrapped up by a fire lost in a ballet of color and emotion. I want arguements that make me cry, followed with a smile from one of us that melts the heart and makes compromise and new ground where before there could be none. I want someone whose goals are impossible, but so convinced by their idealism that they still come true, and together we have such faith in each other that nothing could not be done. I want to know that if faith can move mere mountains then I have found the soul with whom I move worlds. I want the only regret ever to be known is the loss of innocence, and yet still cling even in the loosing. I want a shooting star, that burns with a fury that ignites others to grandeurs and heights that they thought that they never could find.
Most would prbably say that I want too much, but the one that I am looking for is the one who says to himself while reading, "Yes, these things are a good place to begin..."
***This piece was written a few years ago. I put it here for safe keeping***