It’s funny that we are so insignificant and yet so extraordinary and omnipotent in our own reality of being at the same time.
When I spend time in nature or look at breathtaking scenery from our world and the universe, it can render me speechless. The magnitude of it all and its extraordinary beauty, symmetry and grace. The impassioned, tempests of nature’s destruction and devastation. Always giving way to new life, to new stories.
Humbled by the insignificance it presents me with. Makes me keenly aware of the immensity of it all, and me so small and so frail within that and yet with each breath and every decision so very important to my own giant melodrama.
The beauty of living is wasted to most of us, playing rat race games. It doesn’t lie in 2 week vacations. It doesn’t lie in vanities or material things. It doesn’t lie in illicit trysts, money, power, prestige, accolades, trophy’s or adulation even.
It lies in the relationship between our immortal spirit, who we think we are and all else. It lies in the spirit of our days and the moments that we are given to live.
It lies in all the little things we take for granted. Mixed between the things we think we deserve and the value we place on our own hearts and souls.
I can’t say I know all that well, or know all too much about why the reality of this world functions as it does. Doesn’t seem logical, practical or humane to me. But there are things I find so truly amazing in this world that still manage to take my breath away; and for that I can’t be grateful enough.