Thursday, April 15, 2004
Sunrise
I woke up early [again] this morning and decided to watch the sunrise. I only watched a few minutes of it, really -- I missed the beginning and didn't stick around for the end. Even so, it reminded me of a thought I had a day or two ago. Are we missing out on something by creating an entire society where almost no one sees the sunrise?
Most of us see the sunset. Actually, most of us DON'T even see the sunset on an average day, but we see it turn from light to dark. So, basically, our days become the story of light turning into darkness. As much as I've learned to love the dark these days, this seems like an imbalance to me. Doesn't it get depressing after a while if the story of our lives is the story of an endless progression sunshine to shadow? Wouldn't it do us all some good to take a few moments to watch the sunrise and be reminded that the darkest moments before the dawn are indeed pregnant with the sunshine of light and life?
I feel that people are missing out on a wonderful spiritual experience by missing the sunrise -- AND the sunset, and the beautiful colors of earth and sky throughout the rest of the day and night. Even though we've tried to pave it all over with concrete and blacktop, the world is still filled with awe-inspiring color. When I was depressed, I never realized just how dull and grey all of those colors had become to me. I wonder sometimes -- is everyone around me still seeing the dampened hues that I once experienced? Is this why they're not deeply moved by the interwoven strands of rainbows shining all around us? Now that all of the colors are ten times as vivid to me as they used to be, I've vowed never to take them for granted again.
So, hooray for sunrise! If you haven't seen one in a long time -- or if you haven't seen one EVER -- now's your chance to do so.
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Most of us see the sunset. Actually, most of us DON'T even see the sunset on an average day, but we see it turn from light to dark. So, basically, our days become the story of light turning into darkness. As much as I've learned to love the dark these days, this seems like an imbalance to me. Doesn't it get depressing after a while if the story of our lives is the story of an endless progression sunshine to shadow? Wouldn't it do us all some good to take a few moments to watch the sunrise and be reminded that the darkest moments before the dawn are indeed pregnant with the sunshine of light and life?
I feel that people are missing out on a wonderful spiritual experience by missing the sunrise -- AND the sunset, and the beautiful colors of earth and sky throughout the rest of the day and night. Even though we've tried to pave it all over with concrete and blacktop, the world is still filled with awe-inspiring color. When I was depressed, I never realized just how dull and grey all of those colors had become to me. I wonder sometimes -- is everyone around me still seeing the dampened hues that I once experienced? Is this why they're not deeply moved by the interwoven strands of rainbows shining all around us? Now that all of the colors are ten times as vivid to me as they used to be, I've vowed never to take them for granted again.
So, hooray for sunrise! If you haven't seen one in a long time -- or if you haven't seen one EVER -- now's your chance to do so.
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