Not by chance the sky has been always compared to something spiritual – to paradise, to bliss, to something beautiful and pure… Recently, taking off from Vienna in a grew cloudy day one interesting metaphor stroke my mind:
When we are so called down to Earth and the sky looks grey, when it’s raining, it’s cold and unpleasant – the whole world looks like it and we can’t imagine a sun shining anywhere else:
Rising higher, struggling throughout dark clouds, it can look like that:
or like that:
At this point life feels like a series of shocks, it hurts, we get our though life lessons… But if we learn the lessons right, after some time we are able to rise higher and get some other perspective…
At some point, when we break through the clouds, suddenly… the Sun is shining, the sky is full of light, it feels so pure and bright! We can breath fully!..
And at this very moment we KNOW that life is merely the standpoint.
It is the same county we are flying over, same weather…
But being beyond the clouds, we see a totally different picture:
Life is serene and beautiful, magnificent and peaceful. ETERNALY BLISSFUL.
This thought is not new, and it has been the best desctibed in one great book on spiritual growth, I posted about it here.
(all images by me)