AWE

We are a generation not given to nuances. We live in an age of amplification, of extreme hyperbole. It’s why those pictures need to have a face beat, why we crave the filters. For us it’s go big or go home.
Many can no longer conceive of the fact that life is a miracle. That nature is a continuous miracle unfolding. Everyday. So they search frantically for the supernatural. It’s why televangelists can peddle ‘god’ as a commodity and people buy. Large bill boards selling religion with catchphrases and taglines. Searching for miracles, when their sleeping and waking is a miracle.
The problem is our heightened threshold for awe. The canvas that is the sky, no longer holds a thrill ; the sound of birds is no longer music to our ears.
We need to cultivate awe, an appreciation for the mundane but exquisite phenomenon that is nature, and a sense of perpetual gratitude.
Go outside. Watch a sunset.
Gaze at the moon on a star-lit night.
Wake up early, before the din of city life and listen. Listen to the silence; then the chirping of crickets; and a cock crow. Hear the abrupt onset of tweets, chirps and sqwuaks that usher in daylight. Slowly regain your sense of nuance. And be grateful for the miracle that you are.
