This is a repost from last July. I’m posting it again because I’ll be on vacation beneath this very same sunset until March 11, 2014. I will miss you, but stay tuned! And Happy Birthday to my daughter, Sheila! You are so Beautiful!
Yet the smallest of particles are responsible for the stunning sunset. You might say they are responsible for its performance. These tiny molecules change the direction of light, causing it to scatter, resulting in the brilliant show of color. The value of the sunset, like the value of a person, is found within. But when we look at either of them, we don’t consider what’s ‘behind the scene.’
In fact, not many want to be ‘behind the scene.’ We are attracted to the flamboyant, to famous people who appear large on the stage of life, such as musicians and actors, and reality shows about so-called ‘real’ people. We fantasize about being like them, without considering a fleeting popularity.
I think this is because we have a very shallow understanding of our world and the crucial place each of us holds in it. We look into the lives of those we mistakenly see as more beautiful, and more important, to measure our own lives, which we may consider very small, and not beautiful at all.
Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, a Swiss psychiatrist and pioneer in near-death studies, said, “The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These people have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”
The idea of beauty and importance dealt to us by ‘the big screen’ is misleading, and short-lived. The beautiful sunset lasts only a while–until the smallest of particles and molecules come together to bend the light and cause another momentary spectacle.
I’m taking another look at the sunset. I’m taking another look at all flamboyant and passing things, to consider the smaller, more permanent, performance behind the scene, by those not often noticed or admired.