Truer words have probably been spoken before but just not by anyone I know or have read - either way I agree whole-heartedly. Funnily enough, I had a very similar time last night in terms of pondering such things, but I was fast asleep come daybreak and stayed there as long as I possibly could before I got up again. Maybe that's what I missed. Either way, I never got to the epiphanic moment - so thanks for sharing yours :)
I went for an hour and a half walk tonight out in the rain. I think I felt something similar to what you did. More than a few times I stopped and just watched the rain hit the pavement, bending the streetlights' glow and highly stimulating my retina.
It was humbling. It was no one around, watching things just be, other than myself. It was cold and wet. It was sensory.
When I was younger I had a major problem apologizing to my mother. I couldn't do it. I rarely did it and if I did, it was often begrudgingly and followed by excuses and *my side of the story*. My mom used to tell me that I needed to learn to humble myself before her and before others. See I had this major chip on my shoulder, and I just knew that I was the shit and I knew everything there was to know. My mother couldn't possibly understand my intelligence -- right? But with time I began to actually listen and meditate on what my mother was telling me, and what I discovered was that she was in fact correct. You could imagine my astonishment! I had discovered that apologies in their purest form required one to die unto themselves. .... ay
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It was humbling. It was no one around, watching things just be, other than myself. It was cold and wet. It was sensory.
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That was a pleasent debate? *raises an eyebrow*
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