A note about the sky...

The sky is endless and I absolutely love to look at it.

I wish I could be that kid again that had both the time and the carefree ability to stare at the sky; to lie down on the grass and just stare.

Nowadays, my thoughts are full of things about LIFE: job, bills, searching for a career, money, needs, and then, just LIFE. Nothing like it used to be when I was a kid and dreaming of all my stories and what I wanted to be when I grew up and other things of that caliber.

The sky in the morning is my favorite picture. Everything is waking up and the hills over by Milpitas are filled with a misty color. I remember I was sitting in the yard at work the other day and staring at those mountain. It made me truly enjoy going to work at 6:30 am for once, which is slightly rare and hard to do.

The sky, though, makes me feel small for sure. Very small in the giant scheme of things.

Maybe that's why I was able to stare at the sky so long as a little kid. I wasn't afraid then, because my world was still so full of possibilities. I wasn't afraid to look at all my worries and work and realize that they would mean nothing when compared to the sky; that, in reality, what I did, what I struggled with, what I aimed for, was so small in comparison to rest of the universe. That it ultimately meant nothing.

Interesting to think about it. Sad, but an oddly nice perspective.

:)