Ode to Rainy Sunsets

It seems like we're all searching for something.  We're waiting for that sign to appear and let us know we're on the right path, or for a leader to step out of the forest and tell us exactly what our life is meant to contribute and how we should go about performing that purpose.  We read books and search others' experiences for some clue as to "where we should go from here."  We have this deep-seated desire to understand what we view as chaos and darkness, to fill some sort of hole in our souls, to have a happiness that is consistently elusive.

But what if the problem is that we're too busy searching?


Drizzling, overcast sunsets don't come along too often, but when they do, what if instead of contemplating all the ways we're failing at fulfilling our "true potential," we stopped and just looked at them for a while.  You might find yourself smiling at the sky, at shadows, at colors, at reflections, sounds...  Total beauty, total paradox.  And more importantly, you might find yourself feeling something more tangible than what you could ever hope to get from whatever sign you were waiting on, or whatever great quote you read in an ancient text.


Throw yourself full force into what's around you; stop daydreaming about what you hope might come or might be and look at what is.