As we move ahead in life, we look forward. We keep our eyes channeled straight ahead of us. Like horses with blinders, we forget to look at everything happening around us, and most importantly, up above us. There’s so much we miss because we simply forget to look.
Since I can remember, I’ve always had a fascination with clouds. There’s something about them that has drawn me in. I’ve spent my life looking up. It usually ends in me tripping or running into doors and things of that nature, but I think it’s a price I’m willing to pay.
I know it sounds crazy, and it probably is, but to me, each cloud is special. They all have their own personalities. Take, for example, my favorite type of cloud, the cumulonimbus. You know the super huge ones, the mega puffy ones, the granddaddies of the sky. These bad boys are hardcore. When you see them, you have a pretty good indication that it’s about to storm. They mean business. It’s some intense stuff.
The normal cumulus clouds have a much different personality,though. These cotton-ball clouds are pretty chill, as far as clouds go. They just float around the sky, transforming from elephants to wheelbarrows right before your eyes. It’s better than watching television. While TV shows are predictable, cumulus clouds aren’t. You never know what they’ll transform into. Maybe one day you’ll go outside and see The Last Supper painted across the sky in clouds. They just go wherever the wind takes them, dispersing and conjoining, appearing and disappearing, rising and falling.
We miss out on a lot of things in life because we aren’t looking in the right places. I’m blessed . For me, all I have to do is look up. The sky ceases to amaze me. Without words it has the ability to speak volumes and touch me in a way I can’t describe. If I’m ever unsure of anything, I can always look to the sky for answers. Maybe I’m crazy, but I’m never going to look down again.
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