Tonight, as with most other partiesI go to, I expect to be asked to share about my travels and all the wonderful man-made marvels I have seen. Not that I travel that often, but because I love storytelling, and I enjoy sharing about my experiences. My friends know how I like to get into all kinds of situations.
As it has been with other friends in the past few weeks, I expect my friends to be a bit disappointed about my apparent frankness in expressing my lack of enthusiasm on the famous places I have been to in the past few months, expecting my usual animated and excited storytelling.
You see, I have come to feel somewhat apathetic about some of the landmarks I have been to. I realized that most of these 'works of art' were the outputs of some man's egoistic trip, and I have grown annoyed when people want to know more about them. I wonder if these people realize that these wonders were mostly tombs, or places of sacrifice, or battle trophies, or harems?
Once I talk about the spiritual places I have been to, on the other hand, most of them suddenly lose their want for my stories.
For I am awed by the creation which man cannot replicate, that which can be made only by God.
And it is what we can build deep inside ourselves, rather than that material wonder that is build outwardly for all the world to see and marvel at, that really matters. For as we nurture that light within us, the universe will notice.