The clouds drowned out the voice and words I wanted to say with their effervescent nature as they dyed the blue sky with their art just like a painter’s passionate emotion expressed on his own canvas. My appreciation for art was suddenly interrupted as the fierce mountain wind blew directly against me, straight from the unreachable silver horizon, shaking the multitude of trees, and scattering the white clouds hovering above me. Countless of leaves fell and flew right by my face, as the wind tried to push me backwards but I stood tall and proud, refusing to cower, refusing to be shaken, as this is my domain, and nothing can renounce me of it. There is beauty in the unpredictable sky, beauty in the tangled forest, and beauty everywhere I looked despite a few barren trees here and there. No one could convinced me otherwise.
I always believed that it takes a great deal of courage to love the world as a beautiful and majestic place despite all of its taint, imperfections and the vast number of people that live on it. The judgments, cruelty, and harsh words of others can be very hurtful. But I cannot allow myself to to be shackled by the thoughts of others. I cannot care for the criticism, approval, validation and gossip of other people for that is where judgment and separation comes from. I only want to know my own self-perceptions. Who I think I am from my own point of view is the only thought I care about. In a sense, no one can own my thoughts, no one can own my actions, I take full responsibility for my reality, thus I am the master of my own self, the master of my own world, and I find these words about myself and my life to be extremely gratifying.