Just as the sky, we tend to believe we are definite, as if we, as human will always be the same. As we know "ourselves". Through my eyes we don't, and assuming that we do, is dangerous. It is dangerous because we take ourselves (and actions) for granted, then, we arbitrarily ignore the impact of such an empty existence, therefore we surrender. Everything. Tough, I hardly believe that happens, since there is no a single day in which we stop responding to external conditions, that are out of our control, but that keep transforming our bodies and minds.
Contemplating these "different skies" reminisces to me, our very nature as human beings: Adaptable and prompted to beautiful transformations. Sometimes fully bright lighted and covered in warm aura, sometimes tenuous and in soft solitude. Just as those skies, we stay, we embrace conditions, we transform (or change), and never surrender.
It is such a blessing to be part of a constant change, just as these different skies through my window.
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