One mustn’t ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness. – Gustave Flaubert
I think Gustave must have had some serious disappointments in his lifetime. I don’t imagine he experienced much sunshine, love or happiness. Everything about this statement sounds melancholy and without hope.
Of course you can ask France for sun. Just not very often and not in every season.
Of course you can ask women for love. But it must be the right women at the right time, in the right place, in the right way. Or you could always ask at the wrong time in the wrong way, but you may not get the results you want.
I think the only thing he has right is that you mustn’t ask apple trees for oranges, but truly if you were an inventor or biologist or both, perhaps you could come up with some sort of cross between an apple and orange and then you would get exactly what you had asked for, however unhealthy or Frankenstein-like it might be.
So, I conclude that you should not stop asking for the impossible. You should not stop hoping for sunshine in France (or Seattle, Portland, Morristown, Edinburgh) or anywhere else that decides to postpone spring. Ask away, hope again and again, and savor that sunshine when it finally shows itself.
And by all means ask a woman for love. We have big hearts and beautiful souls. We are all wired for love. We want to love and be loved in return, friendship love, agape love, intimate love. We crave it. We desire it. Even if we squash those cravings and deny those desires, it is as innate within us as an apple is in an apple seed.
So ask away and speak those things that do not yet exist, into existence. Believe for the extraordinary and marvel at the results.