When I’m stressed and my mind is incessantly chattering, I stare out of the window during the day. I look up at the blue sky and see clouds of varying shapes and sizes. Clouds just slowly floating by in a sea of blue. It could be the most stressful day of my life or something tragic has happened or a new baby was born. The clouds just float. They just change shape and color regardless of what’s happening to anything or anyone on this Earth. They don’t think about anything or judge anything because there’s nothing there. Everything about the clouds is what they are. Everything is neutral about the clouds. There is peace within the clouds. There’s so many clouds floating in the earth’s atmosphere at one time, it is hard to label them into anything.
Watching the clouds floating makes me ask myself “Why isn’t my life just like the floating clouds? What is so stressful and important right now in the grand scheme of things?”
When I truly think about it, what’s the point of doing anything if I’m not floating through life like the clouds?