Have you ever take a moment of your time just to stop doing your daily hustle and look at the sky?
Why is it so majestic?
Sometimes it is blue like an ocean, sometimes it turns grey like ashes, and for everyday it starts and ends with a beautiful orange colour.
It was decorated with a tender cotton-like manifestation we called, the clouds.
Sometimes it is so unreal, the combination of colours and clouds in the sky makes everything looks like a painting on canvas.
Is that even real?
I can't even believe my eyes for seeing what our world can do.
In this modern world human race is capable of generating such quality of graphics to reproduce this kind of scenery.
But witnessing it with your own eyes in the real horizon-wide canvas we call the sky is just a life-changing moment.
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The clouds.
I want to touch it like it is a soft pillow I always hug in my sleep.
Yet, no matter how much we reach, how high we soar, the clouds remain untouchable, just out of our grasp, like dreams we chase but never quite hold.
They drift freely, guided by unseen forces, mirroring our own desires to wander and explore, to be unbound.
In their ever-changing forms, they remind us of the fleeting nature of life, of beauty in impermanence.
They are a symbol of our aspirations, those lofty goals we set for ourselves, always visible, always inspiring, but never easy to attain.
In moments of stillness, when we look up, we see not just the clouds, but reflections of our own hopes, our own stories, written across the sky.
And so, the clouds teach us a profound truth: that some of the most beautiful things in life are those that we cannot hold onto, but can only admire from afar, filling us with wonder and inspiration.
They encourage us to dream, to strive, and to find joy in the journey, even when the destination remains out of reach.
For in the pursuit of the untouchable, we discover the depths of our own hearts, the strength of our own spirits, and the boundless possibilities of our lives.
So, take a moment, pause, and look at the sky. Let the clouds remind you of the beauty of the unattainable, and the endless horizons that await you.
Mario Christy, 2023.
"in a loving memory of my beloved mother who has passed away in this day, December 21st."