There is something to this world, its strange comings, and goings. I might be strange to say that I have fallen in love with this world, and things in it. Every day is a new adventure, some novelty that arises from the ashes of yesterday. I find myself looking at the sky and its magnificence knowing that in those few moments that I capture in my memory the glorious magnitude of all that I see that the heavens had had never looked quite like that before and will never look that way ever again.
There is a great solace in the world, and its ability to continue moving unimpeded by the minuscule moments that rule our lives. Its ability to continue to change, I can imagine if the whole universe was ruled by us that time would stop at every moment because someone wished it to never end. It makes you appreciate the moments you have, and when we take it for granted, we find ourselves on the other side of a bitter regret. Our curse of walking through our collective time with only emphasizes the clock we have hanging above our heads. People around us are all experiencing time at the same rate, but they started at different places. Around us we see where we were as well as where we want to be in the eyes of others. I’ve decided that I want to sit down with the clock, appreciate the time it reads, know that the seconds that tick by are ones I can never get back, so each one becomes more precious than the next.
There is a lot of beauty out there, ones we need to take our time to see. Slowing down for a moment and actually looking into the great void. There is a hope that we find something to appreciate. Like the cloud in the sky, or just a nice drive to work, a pleasant smile from a perfect stranger. It’s a state mind that we fall into, one that becomes unreceptive of the world around us. We think of bad things and thats all we begin to see.
I realize that there is a really ridiculous nature to life. We can explain away life’s events and find out all the reason why things happen, but that won’t change the fact you might be on your way to potentially the most important life event you have ever come across and yet you are stuck going 5 miles per hour on a freeway as the seconds tick away. How can we not smile and laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation you find yourself. An easing of our hearts and minds is in order. To find that peace in the world, that graces that seeps into our sink. That’s what I want, just to allow myself to be happy.
In the phrase “the world is what you make of it” you can find a particular truth of this happiness, but when I was younger, it meant hat world can be changed into whatever I want it to be. There is an infinite nature to that idea, the ability to bend the world to yourself. Anyone who has tried knows that doing so makes the world a hard and frustrating place, where failure is all but guaranteed. As I’ve gained more perspective that it’s changed its meaning to see the world and choose how I should feel about it. We in some parts only in control of ourselves completely so in us that we must change to make us happy. As long as we are willing, we can feel the grace of the world, and be satisfied with all that is in it. I choose to look up and see the
I choose to look up and see the splendor that the sky has to offer and be happy.