We are all but passing clouds on the airways of life. Like the clouds, we dissipate and reform, we shed tears; and we also collide. Sometimes the collisions are stunningly magnificent, we merge with another in love and produce a result that is enchantingly beautiful. Other times the collisions are like those of storm clouds, angry, dark and repellent. 

This could be thought of as a nonsensical comparison, considering that clouds are not sentient beings and humans are. But, I believe that we have a lot to learn from nature and I also believe that we may have a lot more in common with her than we may think; we are, after all, made of the same stuff, and that stuff is in constant motion. If you consider that all objects, all phenomena; including our species, on this dreamland stage are conceived of consciousness, by consciousness and within consciousness, then the idea is not so fanciful.

Photo by Pixabay: https://www.pexels.com/photo/brown-field-and-blue-sky-46160/