The Cloud

“Was it all worth it?”, she asked.

As if the question had an answer.

Like asking whether a brick weighs more than an idea.

We can only know the outcome of the path we’ve chosen, and

Even that knowledge can only ever be incomplete.


“Was it all worth it?, she asked.

She might as well have asked me

“How many raindrops are in a cloud?”

You never know. You never know.

All we can do is make the best decision that we’re able, and

Hope for the best.


“Was it all worth it?”, she asked.

As we sail our ship of life across the seas,

Buffeted by the tumult,

Our ability to follow our charted course

Is feeble indeed, but

That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.


“Was it all worth it?”, she asked.

Do you have any regrets?”

I said, “I don’t believe in regrets.”

“Not because they’re pointless, but

Because of the hubris that’s required.”


With that, she turned and walked away.

But before leaving, she looked over her shoulder at me.

     Faintly I saw a single tear splitting her cheek in two.





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Christopher Lion

Christopher Lion is founder and Editor-in-Chief of Previously he was a Managing Director at The Mather Group and Chief ...more