The small girl shaded her eyes with her hand as she looked up at the expanse of the sky overhead. It never ceased to amaze her.
This sky was so beautiful.
It was so blue.
Blue was her favorite color.
In the sky her soul could soar. It could be as big as it needed to be. She was without limits.
Finally, something matched how she felt on the inside. It was a relief to find something in the world that mirrored a little of how she felt. Nothing else did.
Eventually, as a self in the world tends to do, she learned about science and realized the sky was every color except blue.
from How Do We See Color? pantone.com:
How could the sky not be blue?
It was as if everything she believed was no longer real.
Because it wasn’t.
As she grew into womanhood, the same thing happened to her when she began to understand the world around her was everything she thought it was not.
She thought it was real.
It is not.
Things that are real are immovable, unchanging and eternal.
Nothing in the world falls into these categories.
Everything we see and experience shifts and changes.
Who were you ten years ago?
Where did that person go?
Since we no longer are those people, does that mean they never existed?
Maybe what is real can only be found in the present moment.
Blink and that is over too.
Until we know for ourselves what is real and what is not, let us not forget to gaze upon the things that we love and pray they lead us home.
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