I’m no doubt a spiritual person, believing in the vastness of a universe that is far greater than myself. Yet, sometimes it only takes the rumble of thunder and the flash of lightning to truly remind me how small I am within this immense cosmos.
I’m fortunate to be writing from the comfort of my room, while the day outside is filled with rain and thunderous storms. I feel safe and protected from the elements, but it makes me ponder how vulnerable we humans truly are, especially when it comes to enduring and surviving natural occurrences – or even worse, natural disasters.
Situations like these – whether it’s thunder or even just rain – are beyond our control, yet we must find ways to navigate through them. It’s ironic, really, how I’ve always wanted everything meticulously planned, but in the past few months, I’ve allowed some things to remain open-ended.
Even now, this post is spontaneous – I hadn’t planned to write or schedule anything. You might have noticed that I’ve started to post more. Now, whenever I feel the urge to express something, I just share it here. I hope to build a habit of writing in this space, and who knows? One day, it might even become a book on the lessons I’ve learned and my spiritual journey.
What’s certain right now is that in this moment, I’m filled with gratitude for how things have unfolded, and I truly believe they’re for my highest good. There are 4 more months to before the year closes, but for now, we’ve got a cozy evening and some soothing tunes on Spotify.
Till next time. Take care.