Do you ever have that moment when you're out on the town, or alone in your home, or maybe in a group with friends, or possibly a gathering with family, when something inside of you clicks? When something that wasn't obvious to you before now becomes plainly obvious? That might have happened to me yesterday night.
Now, I'm not going to say I was thunderstruck with ideas, or that angels whispered truths in my ears that changed everything-- just that it arrived out of nowhere. Inspiration is a strange beast.
I go for a walk every night. Not a long one, it usually only takes about twenty minutes. Sometimes I say a Rosary, sometimes I think about where the world is heading, sometimes I think about mistakes I've made, and sometimes I just enjoy the walk. It's one of my favorite times of the day, or night.
Picture, if you will, a small town, empty streets, and only the cold of the fresh winter blowing upon you. No sounds of traffic or distant barking dogs, but only the wind howling and blowing raked streets of thin snow across the barren roads and onto the sidewalk. The silence says everything, even as the world sleeps, showing how everything just works whether you're around to see it or not. It's gorgeous.
How one could fail to get inspired by such sights is beyond me. But then, we live in a world where modern "art" runs rampant that glories in pointlessness and terror. Sometimes it's easy to forget the world we live in doesn't really fall that way, and all it takes is a single gander at nature in its simplest form to remind yourself that we have the tools and the know-how to do better than revel in such pointless depression. Life is a series of surprises, but it's really surprising where they can come from.
Anyway, I just thought I would post my experience. It was only a small one, but it's the small ones that matter.
Silence is everything.
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