“Sometimes,” I told the little girl. “The worst thing that can happen to you in life is that you find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.”

Lydia looked up from her drawing for a moment and squinted. “Why?”

I sighed. “It’s difficult to explain. Just imagine that you spend your whole life chasing after something that is just out of reach. And then one day, after years and years of chasing it, you come over the hill and there it is. You feel relief. You have a little party. You relax for a while. But then you wake up one day and realize that you no long have anything to look for in life. What do you look for now?” I tried to put my feelings into words, but I could tell by the girl’s expression I wasn’t making a lot of sense.

She put her pencil down and smiled at me. “Dad,” she said calmly. “Dad, rainbows have two sides.” she held up her finders. “If you find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow all you have to do is turn around and go find the other one.” She waved her hand in the air. Like she was casting a magic spell over my entire life. Freeing me from the chains and bindings of reality.

I ran my fingers through her soft hair and pulled her head up to my chest. “Okay. You win little girl. You win. Never stop chasing after rainbows.”

She smiled up at me and then went back to her drawing. She carefully selected another color from her pile and added another stripe to her rainbow.

I turned around and slowly walked the other way.