By amigoponc on Skatehive
Si eres de habla hispana, la versión en español es mejor para ti; debes hacer clic 👉 AQUÍ What if “nothing” were, in fact, everything? That suspended moment upon waking, when the silence is broken by a bird’s song and the first ray of sunlight caresses the pillow, places us ‘in the midst of nowhere’. Paradoxically, that “nothingness” is not emptiness, but the sacred space where our essence meets the living world. We inhabit concrete jungles, brick boxes that isolate us from the earth’s pulse, convincing us that the world exists only behind a screen. Yet that tiny glimmer of light is a wake-up call telling us that we are not alone, but disconnected. Being contemplative in the city is an act of resistance and healing. It is learning to see the miracle in the moss growing between the cracks or in the sky changing colour above the tarmac. As Henry David Thoreau wrote in his work Walden: “Every morning is a joyful invitation for my life to be of the same simplicity and innocence as Nature