There's something about snow that makes you think. The complete serenity it brings with it. The lack of sound brings a whole new dimension to sound itself. Its just one of those things that gives you a feeling of insignificance, but its not bad. It feels right. It feels right to be part of something bigger. Where we aren't at the center of everything. Where we are just a part of something bigger, larger, and more grand.
But this snow also brings with it an awakening in our mind. We feel cleaner. We feel precisely complex. A network of neurons running through our body, one of the most complex beings, allowing us to accomplish fantastic feats. But also recognizing that there is more; and that these neurons and such are nothing without this more. That the mind, brain, consciousness must be there for us to be who we are. But, also, that there is more than the mind. There is something else; something more. Something intangible. Something that, while staring at the beautiful snow setting, let you know that, while you are part of something else, you are an important part of this something else. And that how you play your role isn't based on the amount of wealth you amass, the number of women you have slept with, or the popularity of your name, but what you do when few or none are looking. What you did when you saw that man on the side of the street at night, sitting in the snow, begging for anything he could get. What you did when you saw that kid being bullied in the corner. What you did when the man was about to fall to his death. What you did when the man was about to jump to his death. But that's not the only thing its about: what you did. Its also about what you will do. What you will do when you get offered that small bag of weed. What you will do when a man threatens his wife. What you will do when a man puts a gun to your head and asks for your money. The right choice isn't always clear. But the outcome will be clear enough when you meet God on your judgement, after you have left this world. What will you answer when he asks you what you did that day? Will you be able to look him in the eye and answer; or will you cower, searching for an explanation, but knowing there isn't one worthy of Him? Will you be able to enter into the true promised land, or will you be sent to rot in Hell? You may not know the answers to these questions, but I, looking out at the snow, know that the answers probably aren't what I want them to be. But I made those answers. I could have helped the man about to jump. But I can still change those answers. I can help that wife when the time comes. And the time will come. There are always times to help others in life. And in turn help yourself. So, staring at this beautiful landscape dowsed in fine white powder, I realize that: although time will tell the answers, now makes them.
But this snow also brings with it an awakening in our mind. We feel cleaner. We feel precisely complex. A network of neurons running through our body, one of the most complex beings, allowing us to accomplish fantastic feats. But also recognizing that there is more; and that these neurons and such are nothing without this more. That the mind, brain, consciousness must be there for us to be who we are. But, also, that there is more than the mind. There is something else; something more. Something intangible. Something that, while staring at the beautiful snow setting, let you know that, while you are part of something else, you are an important part of this something else. And that how you play your role isn't based on the amount of wealth you amass, the number of women you have slept with, or the popularity of your name, but what you do when few or none are looking. What you did when you saw that man on the side of the street at night, sitting in the snow, begging for anything he could get. What you did when you saw that kid being bullied in the corner. What you did when the man was about to fall to his death. What you did when the man was about to jump to his death. But that's not the only thing its about: what you did. Its also about what you will do. What you will do when you get offered that small bag of weed. What you will do when a man threatens his wife. What you will do when a man puts a gun to your head and asks for your money. The right choice isn't always clear. But the outcome will be clear enough when you meet God on your judgement, after you have left this world. What will you answer when he asks you what you did that day? Will you be able to look him in the eye and answer; or will you cower, searching for an explanation, but knowing there isn't one worthy of Him? Will you be able to enter into the true promised land, or will you be sent to rot in Hell? You may not know the answers to these questions, but I, looking out at the snow, know that the answers probably aren't what I want them to be. But I made those answers. I could have helped the man about to jump. But I can still change those answers. I can help that wife when the time comes. And the time will come. There are always times to help others in life. And in turn help yourself. So, staring at this beautiful landscape dowsed in fine white powder, I realize that: although time will tell the answers, now makes them.
