Today was one of those days in my life where spiritual insights were hitting me like rounds from a minigun. One of those days that something has to be written down.
The only person in my neighborhood who I care to hang out with spent today prepping for his dad's 40th birthday party, so just like I often do on a cloudy Saturday, I spent a majority of the day walking around in nature.
I meditated and spent much of the day pondering about God, one of my favorite subjects to question when I came up with an insight that I tweeted earlier. ("The Divine doesn't exist as a man in the sky, rather as existence itself") In saying this, I mean that God isn't a person, or even one being, like we've pictured "him" as for so many years. Instead, this is the concept of pantheism that God is present in all existance.
After I had gotten tired of walking around, staring off into space and meditating, I began walking back home, and in the parking lot of the building next to the park, I saw that the sky had cleared up a lot since I had been there. I sat on one of the little cement bars in the parking spots and looked up into the sky.
The sun was beginning to set, so I got to watch nature's spectacular light show as the clouds changed from white, to yellow, to pink, to red, and eventually to the grey of night. Between the clouds, I saw the blue of clear sky for the first time in two days.
I thought to myself; "The sky's always bluer after the storm" and the analytical and spiritual parts of my brain instantly united, reminding me of the best times of my short life, which all (not coincidentally) came after the worst times.
So next time you're stuck in a rut, remember to look not just to the light at the end of the tunnel, but beyond it; the bluest skies are ahead.
