A sky littered with gems for the pleasurement of the human soul from a small hill under a tree. I, the wandering dreamer, cannot rest. The wandering dreamer cannot rest until the thirst for inspiration is quenched. The evening summer breeze makes the green organic blades sway with each breath I take. Tonight, I find my thoughts encapsulated in a muse miles above. Like lantern flies that flicker on and off, what drives hope fades in and out of our minds based on how much we believe in ourselves and the validity of nature’s gifts to use as dream fuel.
To become bearers of the honorable burden of experiencing the joyful pain of standing for what inspires us, it takes stepping outside of our homes and staring down comforts crippling ways. Too much comfort can become blinding towards the marvelous light show called human potential, which is twenty-four hours concert. A good portion of my wonderment tends to come from up above. The heavens, for me, breach my defensive walls and stagnant pessimistic habits to gush and spill creativity all over.
Sunrise
The direction of how our days start from the moment we become lucid should mimic the innocent yet bold masterpiece sunrise. Our daily outlooks towards ourselves should be that of great distinguishing emerging colors and not starting with negative, gloomy influences. Our eternal higher sensory systems, designed for subconsciously seeking great purpose, are like the golden sunrise. I know mornings are pivotal for how the rest of the day goes. Most thoughts are untouched when the mind awakens its sensory abilities so that we can physically and emotionally interface with the systems put in place. Establishing a healthy morning routine for the mind and body replicates the golden enlightening force freezing over the mountains. Early proactive moves are like the sun reaching the pinnacle of the heavens until we show fruitful excellence.
Sure, our days might not go exactly as planned due to outside forces that look to breach healthy progression, but how we step out of bed and plant two feet on the floor should be a loud echo commanding only the best we can do. The golden light that peeks out from the highest mountain tops and the sea’s horizon can be like our curiosity, pulling itself over the world, like a baby looking over a playpen, wondering what outside is all about. Impacts on the world aren’t always from city-size asteroids from outer space but from the small build-up of choices we make, lingering for generations to preserve and keep alive, like a snapshot of that one kind of sunrise.
Sunset
As breathing-conscious vehicles, we draw nearer to the end of our lucid cycle of interfacing with each heartbeat. So we must ask ourselves what we have done today that is worth it. As the eyelids of universal balance close, leaving behind purple clouds and red wavy drawings, whatever we have left of our crayons should be used to finish the illustration book. Our last day can be tomorrow, ten years from now, fifty years, or longer. But before we pass on, we should leave behind a fantastic sunset for our lineage to marvel at. The embers of our will can burn for eternity in the fiery skies at a day’s dusk.
We should not ignore that fire that burns inside us. That fiery voice will only get louder. Head the call. At the same time, we are still awake head the call. That fire may seem intimidating because when forging greatness, there will be moments when we get burned. But the scars of not giving up while fighting the good fight are a conglomerate of markings that tell beautiful tales of the modern-day warrior. I don’t feel satisfied if I don’t complete my daily tasks, which are progress points toward long-term goals. The bloody red bold sunset in the sky symbolizes sweat and tears given and received by nature.
Nightsky
Mystery and unfathomable potential for what can be accomplished are malleable voids for our minds to bend. The vastness of the night sky makes me wonder if somewhere in the universe, light years away, there is someone else sitting on a hill under a tree with the ability to dream awake. The dark matter above doesn’t have to stimulate heavy loneliness. It is the depths of the human soul. In these moments, we can grasp our thoughts, and the day we experienced them.
As the stars appear seemingly from nowhere, we realize they don’t appear from nowhere or by accident. The stars shine bright exactly where they are supposed to because this is their duty and purpose by design. We are the stars. Those stars in the night sky aren’t worried about insignificant things because they are too busy shining bright in the splendor of uniqueness. In that same notion, we must be busy being the best versions of ourselves instead of worrying about immature things that will dim us.
Concluding Thoughts
The heavens offer their brilliance above our heads as a point of reference to remind us how beautiful our lives are. Sometimes, I look up, and my imagination is activated with the mechanics of my mind harmonizing genius and work ethic. If I could hop from cloud to cloud, I’d take in all the muses the world has to offer and not take any of it for granted. Our state of mind molds and shapes our world, at least for that day, but on that day, our synapses can fire off innovative, reinventing, euphoric canvases.
Regardless of your faith-based affiliation and inference of opinions of how we got here, what cannot be recruited is when we look up, our soul is challenged to be a little more than who we were yesterday. The purpose of this prose is to not take life for granted; we are capable of amazing things, and our atmosphere that shields us from ultraviolet radiation is also a view that resonates with the makeup of every fiber of our created being.
