Kindred Spirits

I've been overwhelmed this week.

Overwhelmed in the physical and emotional sense? Why yes, of course. More than I have ever been taxed in years. Yet, my undertaking to my weaknesses are not the subject of this week's post. Instead, I wish to talk of the overwhelming surge I have succumbed to spiritually. I have sought to a haven of sorts (that is to say that anywhere but my house is a haven) by staying down in Pueblo for the week. New and fresh thoughts were able to frolic freely throughout my mind while outside the cloud of disdain and suppression that lies within my normal living quarters. Thankfully, many new ideas have sprouted during this journey, which also gives me material to ponder about for the next few weeks. I do hope you enjoy this, what I anticipate will become, three part series of things I have come to realize during my spiritual journey of sorts. Which, on the topic, I encourage that everyone try and seek out a haven to provoke thought. Remember:

Anywhere can be a haven.

Moreover, this particular feeling of perpetual spiritual overwhelm came to me in the form of a sunset. Seeking for an escape from my reality, I attempted to do so by simply thinking. Meditating. Understanding my environment in order to get a hold of my life's direction (which will be discussed sometime during this series). This feeling was further strengthened by watching a particular movie that peaked my interest, Cloud Atlas, which indoctrinated a sense that I have pondered much before. How small are we in the scope of relativity to existence? It almost came as a thought further deepening a reckless feeling of abandonment, but by watching Cloud Atlas, it all helped me come together in my thought to realize that although we as humans, as a community, as a state, as an entire being, are small in nature;

Our encounters are infinite.

What a thought. To say that such a butterfly effect is prevalent in our lives, that one action done by humans in the past have influenced our encounters today. Although the argument of the human spirit is up for debate, it makes sense that our spirit would continue on through some sort of external life. That our actions today completely invent the events of tomorrow. We all, as humans, are connected. Through the hatred of our own brothers and sisters of this Earth, through all that we encounter to judge against such a fact, we, as a species, are all one. As the character David Mitchell explains in Cloud Atlas, we are all simply an ocean. Unfathomable amounts of worthless human life together, but yet is all brought together through one common bond: what is any ocean but a multitude of drops? Together we form waves that wither away the sands of time in order to create a new landscape on the coast of generations to come, with each of us contributing our own power to make our own drop worth something.

We are all worth something in this world.