Everyday when I wake I prepare for a little trek that will take me down a winding path and through the woods. I will skirt the edge of the lake and look out past the trees expectantly awaiting the dawn.
When the first rays of glittering sunlight hit the tip of the hillside, I suck in my breath. A sensation of awe overwhelms me.
The full impact of sunrise stuns me. I focus on the horizon, unable to move my gaze. Some things in life are still extraordinary, will always be perfect.
How very amazing it is to see colors! I supposed that in subtle shades of grey this view would still be wondrous, yet the ability to discern the myriad of hues makes it breath taking.
I sit here and think that its just an ordinary sunset. So many are colorful. I wonder if I should lose the sense of awe I feel looking up at the sky at the end of this day.
Although I am exposed to violence in my everyday life through various media, I find that I still feel sadness when a child is injured, or an innocent hurt. I even shed a tear at the murder of someone that I never had the grace to know in this life —theirs cut short by some savage act of one of our species. The prevailing belief is that we become desensitized by exposure— that we no longer view atrocities with the same magnitude of emotional distress.
I guess not everyone is the same. I have no intention of losing this part of myself—to move so far away from who I am that I can no longer empathize. I will always appreciate a sunset in all of its glorious spectacle and cry tears at the world’s injustices.
I find no shame in who I am or the awe I feel looking up at the sky.