What is the most magnificent thing in the world? The Grand Canyon? Google? Ginger ice cream?
It would be something to laugh about if so many of us didn’t spend so much time seeking it out. It can become a quest, looking here and there for the next thing that will amaze us. Some of us spend hours watching YouTube videos, sure that one of them is going to be truly magnificent. Some of us are always trying to earn more money, sure that the experience of wealth will be magnificent. For others it is sex, or adrenaline, or television shows, or movies, or . . .
But what would happen if the most magnificent thing in the world were also the most ordinary thing in the world? What if true magnificence dwelled in the light refracted from a dewdrop? In the feeling of a plain grey stone in one’s hand? In the sight of your child or friend or loved one? What if we saw magnificence in every face we looked upon? In every breath we breathed? In the feeling of wind on our cheeks or the curious rubbery buttons our fingertips brush as we hold a television’s remote control?
This, after all, is our natural state of being. When we’re not hyper-stimulated, wired on caffeine and striving, our minds thick with schedules and duties and what-ifs. This is what we’re like when we’re effortless, when we stop trying, when we allow our natural awareness to stumble out into the light. Oh! Here I am! I’ve been here all along!
The most magnificent thing in the world isn’t a “thing” at all. It’s something startlingly close, amazingly simple, delightfully familiar. The most magnificent thing in the world . . . is You.
Transcendent Wonder in the moment.
Hello RK,
Exactly =)
Hugs,
Kenton
I knew what it was “the thing” you just described before I actually clicked on the post and started reading. Still the description was worth it.
When I started practicing parkour I finally understood after all these years that the gift of movement is the most awesome thing. It makes me feel so great that I even train during freezing cold winter.
All these years I felt that moving was a nuisance. Sitting or lying was great but moving, having to go somewhere was already an effort. Now it feels like I can fly despite being a beginner but the change is already so significant.
I was seeking distractions and amenities but I’ve found happiness through simple movements like leaping over obstacles. The solution was always there, just around the corner, the potential was always within me.
Hello Tadeusz,
I love it when you tie in real-world examples like this. We’re both obviously parkour fans, and when we’re ‘in it’, it’s easy to see that movement has this power to help us ‘fly’ on so many levels. Thanks for this =)
Hugs,
Kenton