Or watching
the sun slowly rising over the city as I sit on top of a hill and breathe in
the fresh morning air as the first rays of the sun hits my face (an hours’
journey or more worth every step) or, to watch the sun going down over the
horizon, stretched out on my back on grass as soft as carpet, looking up at the
infinite sky while clouds floats lazily by; immersed in the warm glow of the
setting sun as it permeates my cells and orange is no longer a colour but a
feeling. Acutely aware of the fact that as it disappears it is rising somewhere
else, ushering in a new day with new promises of hopes and dreams and possibilities
like the one I just had. How about to be
in total bliss as I marvel at the heavens
as the stars sparkle like diamonds, wrapped tightly in my lover’s arms on a cool summer’s night, or watch my children search the night skies for dippers or shooting stars - priceless. These are some of the things that remind me of who I am and where I fit in the bigger scheme of things, and of how minute and temporary I am on this little planet - Earth. Most importantly I had to remember that not everyone valued the same things. It had to be a personal choice, which meant charting my own course and being confident enough not to be influenced by the choice of others. It took courage for me to decide that I didn't want to imitate the self-appointed victors who moonlight as critics of the masses. Even though I crave material beauty like everyone else, I had to deal with the hand life dealt me with self-love, patience and understanding for my own well-being. I had to reach beyond the physical to the things that made me feel balanced and connected to something greater – Source. Living a life of simplicity; interpreting beauty and success through my own eyes, somewhere off ...
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