I was driving, at night, down a country road
into a lit street; the dashboard lights had broken so I was keen to check fuel
levels and such: when I saw the rain, the uncountable droplets, the illusion of
steadiness - had I never seen this before?
It seemed not.
Silver streams hitting tarmac, splintering, glittering.
The light, the liquidity together formed something like a living jewel.
And this merely part of a cycle, rain, surface water, evaporation, cloud, just
how our planet pours with resources.
If you are chasing beauty, I think you will get lost.
If your wealth can be scraped into a heap, made a throne of, I think you will
be alone.
This is my status symbol - me in the rain being amazed - anyone can be here.
We can be amazed together.
All the way home I was driving, rapturous, a little bit cautious with the
blanked out dash, in need of nothing.
In need of nothing, but thinking still – of every sacrifice that it took to
build this world in which I drive this car on this road, which deserves the
dignity of official days, which we must never forget, and always count
blessings, or at least begin to.
Thinking still – how each life is a liberty to be lost or gained, and there is more
to be done till we can stand on our one earth, at peace, truly in awe. We all could
have true wealth, true beauty.
Remember, and act in accordance.
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