There are splendid songs for us to sing. There are aromas that make you remember your childhood, there are skies wider than you can possibly see. There are rivers coursing in a rush faster than any man can run, and trees taller than cities. Sometimes, one must look and with the wonder of a heart born a second time (or third — who can stop you?) see the things of this world and imagine the intricate detail fit all together in the grand design. Struck am I of the beauty and depth, the care and precision — whatever you believe about its creation, there is awe in us we cannot help but feel when we consider the whole of the universe. Realizing that this huge cosmos, with its billions of stars, are all built with parts so small we can never see them, the strange feelings of aloneness when under a night sky filled with those stars, and of smallness when considering the atomic: we were made, all of us, to wonder at it all.
Yes, there are things about this world that are harsh, that are cruel, but I for one cannot always focus on these things. If pondering the sadness inspires you to do something about it, more power to you, but I cannot spend all my time complaining about my suffering. Sometimes, in the middle of the day, it is as if I awaken from a long, long sleep — and suddenly, the world is mine to discover again — suddenly, the world itself wakes up to meet me. And it is a spectacular dawn, every time.
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10:40am sunday, 26th october
Ah, to live in the now, that's true happiness isn't it.
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