The story of the sun is a shared one. You can’t know the sun without first, knowing everything else. Then you know the sun. But before then, to the looking eye, the sun is just a big yellow star in the blue skies. Had it not shined, to all of us the same, to everything the same, we wouldn’t know it. Even if we are aware of it, ‘boi would we care?’.
Right question: what is the story of EVERYONE ELSE, of EVERYTHING ELSE?
Wrong question: what is the story of the Sun?
The story of the Sun is exactly that of rain, how hot air ascends to the sky and forms clouds that condense to pour down as little water particles we call ‘rain’. It is that of a seed that needs its bright light to germinate, grow, and be fruitful. It is that of a flower that needs to blossom. Or, the story of the Sun, is that of a farmer who needs its bright light to shine on their crops every morning, every season, since the dawn of time.
The Sun finds its way into our skins, the hides of animals, the hard surface of the soil, the top of the leaf, and the stillness of the ocean/river/lake/sea. Because of it, everything else is able to become itself. It is a pathfinder, and as long as the Sun will keep finding its way, everything else will find theirs.
You’ve to become a pathfinder, exactly like the sun. Find your way into people’s hearts, minds, lives, story no matter how hard or fragile their surface might be. Why? Because, your story is theirs, and as long as you’ll find your way, they’ll find theirs.
more to follow…