Born with sight but no vision, no vision no direction
Have you ever received a gift or something you have always wanted, and you were filled with joy and gratefulness for having it yourself. Then after days, weeks and months pass by, it becomes another object in your room. It doesn't give you the same excitement compared to the first time you received it. You may still like it but it doesn't carry the same value as the first time you held it. I feel as though a lot of us humans are blind. We are born with sight and then grow up visionless. When we look up to the sky and see a sunset we may admire but don't reflect. This earth is filled with miracles and wonders all around us, from the camouflage of a chameleon to the warmth from the scorching sun millions of kilometres away. We don't appreciate the small things like the lines on our hands that give us flexibility, without them we would constantly stretch and tear our skin to complete our everyday basic tasks. How about the clouds above our heads, they give us a large quantity of rain. One cloud carries approximately 132 million gallons of water, yet we walk under it nonchalantly despite the possibility of all of its contents consuming us within seconds. Surely that cloud has no consciousness to carry itself, then who or what are we trusting to hold it in place from coming down and putting our lives at stake.
We live in a fast-paced world, from childhood we enter primary then secondary school, college at 16, uni at 18 then you get a job right after and spend the rest of your days working a 9-5. Do we ever think to stop for a moment, and let our thoughts run. Not in the middle of the city, the underground coming back from work or on the bus. Take a moment in a park or a forest, a place that's still, a place not man-made, a place that feels like time has stopped. The absence of the city's clamour. There is a sweetness in being surrounded by nature, embracing the sun's warmth, the smell of earthy woody notes complimenting the cool breeze. It brings about a type of joy that can only be experienced to be done justice.
Allow your thoughts to run, ask questions, and let your mind be curious, for curiosity is the spark of knowledge. Think about it, really, all this that surrounds you; the trees, the sky, the plants, our own human anatomy which we are yet to still fully understand, could it have really come out of nowhere/nothing. For example, if I place a cake on a dining table, and you walk in and see this cake on the table, you would most likely ask who made it. What if I told you dead seriously that no one made it and it had just appeared out of nowhere. You try to convince me otherwise and tell me "That can't be, of course, someone made it otherwise it would not have been on the table" You would have thought that I was delusional or most certainly had a mental illness. It is no different for us human beings, we have a way more complex anatomy than that cake, yet we still choose to believe that we came from nothing, or out of nowhere? The same way there is a baker behind the cake, there is a Creator behind the creation. When you see toddlers/kids out in nature they tend to be in awe of what they see, hesitant to feel the grass or excited to see the wild-coloured flowers. Their excitement is the same excitement we get when first receiving that gift, but as time passes we get used to the sight of the bright green grass or the trees going through its seasons. It goes from extraordinary to ordinary because we don't stop to take those moments to look, admire and ponder.
Don't let the rat race of this life consume you and prevent you from remembering where you came from and questioning why you're here. Because everything that's made has a purpose, and that purpose is what we should be striving towards.
Yours sincerely,
Stranger
يَـٰٓأَيُّهَا ٱلنَّاسُ ٱعْبُدُوا۟ رَبَّكُمُ ٱلَّذِى خَلَقَكُمْ وَٱلَّذِينَ مِن قَبْلِكُمْ لَعَلَّكُمْ تَتَّقُونَ ٢١
O humanity! Worship your Lord, Who created you and those before you, so that you may become mindful ˹of Him˺.
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