RAINBOW'S END
Sometimes you just have to go for it. That's what her parents had always told her. They wanted her to be an achiever, a go-getter; someone who would not take no for an answer. For the most part, it had worked as well. She was not afraid to take risks, and would always push hard to achieve her goals.
That constant strive for excellence had brought her to a few unique realizations about her decision-making process. Sometimes, you had to look at the bigger picture. Sometimes, you had to look beyond the normal to try to figure out how to achieve your goals and dreams.
It was a warm Wednesday afternoon in September, and she was out in her backyard watering the garden. As she wafted the gentle mist from the hose back and forth across the flowers, plants, and wooden slat fence, she noticed a rainbow slowly ebbing in and out of sight. It was like a dream: there, then gone, then back again, with each passing sweep of the hose.
It dawned on her then, that a rainbow is a rainbow, so maybe she should start digging.
Sometimes you just have to go for it.
She noted the spot where the proverbial end of the rainbow would be and ran off to grab a shovel. When she returned, she placed the tip into the moist grass, and used the flat base of her sandal to help wiggle the shovel into the soft earth. She levered the first scoop up and dumped it nearby, then quickly angled in for another.
She had dumped out a few loads before something unexpected happened. She hit something solid. She got down on her hands and knees and slowly unearthed the treasure. Once it was clear of the earth, she found a smile spreading across her face, a warm and glowing smile that was not unlike the morning sun peeking up over the horizon.
It was no pot of gold. But it was actually better; a small tin coffee tin, the brand still distinguishable under the grime of dirt and time.
She brought the container into the house and sat down at the dining room table where she popped the lid. The container contained a small treasure trove of notes and nick knacks from a past resident of the house. Diary entries and small porcelain figures filled the tin, and they were in remarkably good condition. It was no pot of gold, but it was a fascinating representation of days, and people, long since past...
Sometimes you just have to go for it.
Sometimes you have to seek out the rainbow's end.
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