Nature
...hat most of the time, in this stage in my existence, I feel insignificant. As if nothing would be effected if I were gone or if I didn’t keep doing what I do. But what had never struck me was that a chain reaction would take place and the lack of my existence could in turn effect someone whom I have never met. The inspiration of this profound thought process of mine actually came from a comical theory. Six degrees to Kevin Bacon, yes that’s correct, this little theory really sparked an interesting thought through my mind. (Now for those of you who aren’t familiar with this it’s a theory that in someway everyone is some how linked to Kevin Bacon by six people or less.) I am came across this when an insect of extreme annoyance buzzed by my ear. I thought to myself “wow the world would be great without all of these dumb flies.” But then if the cycle were to lose the “fly link” what would happen to the fish who eat the flies? And if the fish were to dye out from the lack of flies, what would happen to the bears who depend on the fish for food? Everything in the nature cycle would somehow be affected by the loss of the flies. We all become so busy and pre-occupied with the hustle and bustle of our daily lives that we forget to sit back and enjoy everything that God gave us. I couldn’t tell you the last time I sat down and observed the beauty of a flower. The attractive hues of it’s petals, the support and structure of the stem and gentle hanging of the leaves. It looked so peaceful, not a care in the world, like a small child. One that is simply enjoying the now, not worried about the mortgage being due or the parking ticket that hasn’t been paid. Simply being where they are and making the most that they can out of the moment, without even realizing it. I probably stared at this flower and pondered the meaning of life for a good 45 minutes. I thought about almost everything someone could think about in such a short span of time. I thought about I wanted to be like that flower, so simple but so intricate and intriguing. I put myself under a micro-scope. I thought of who I think I am and who the world thinks I am and how the two are completely different. I wondered that if the flower could think if it would ponder the same things that I am. My attention was soon taken away from the flower and on to the sky. The cotton ball clouds seemed to stand still for me. They painted a picture of grace and beauty. I felt like Michealangelo, whatever I wanted to see in those clouds seemed to a...