Man + Maturing: A Case for looking up

So far... so clear...

Tonight’s skies, I mean. It’s clear... dry, crisp air. The yard, it’s ablaze with moon light - a cup of tea would be a great right now, or the smell of a single malt scotch.

The moon up there, the stars - so far away, the size of them (shaking my head). Earth is so small by comparison, like a speck of sand in the ocean.

I find that when I’m in need of getting my feet back on the ground, it’s helpful to look up. The sheer scale of the universe we know has a certain draw that can pull life back into prospective.

“Perhaps I reacted hastily”, “What’s really important here, my ego or considering ‘their’ point of view?” “I just snapped, and the cost was was than expected”.

It like holding a rock up to my eye, it’s huge, and I can’t see anything else. But if I sit that rock down, and the rest of my life comes back into view - the rock isn’t so big after all.

...but uh, what do I know ;)