The Astonishing Thing




The astonishing thing about certain people

Is that they’re not very much like all other people.


Some people are like the sparkling starry sky

Who continue to shine out and reflect in mortals’ eyes

Years long after they’ve gone down the road

Who even in the distance, make an impression bold

A star that persists to burn brightest

Even when the nights are darkest –

Some people are like stars.

Some people are like the mountainous landscapes

But whose greatness is determined neither by size nor strength

But rather by noble and quiet deed

Upon the praising of God do their souls deliciously feed

A mountain that maintains its pegs in the mantle below

While peaking upwards to the sky, aspiring further to go –


Some people are like mountains.

Some people are like a luscious forest of trees

Whose roots are firmly grounded to earth, in humility

Whose hearts experience rebirth, seeking His Majesty

A tree that starts from a seed, and soon, behold

Its mysteries contained of beauty and stories of old –


Some people are like trees.

Some people are like the soothing wind

A cool gentle breeze, just as soon as you please

A wind that takes one’s breath away

Whose wisdom makes one’s thoughts joyfully stray

(And since the breeze don’t show it,

Of its awesomeness, it don’t know it) –


Some people are like the wind.

All people are like people,

But some people are beyond

Some people are like the guiding stars,

The glorious mountains,

The fruitful trees,

The merciful breeze,

And all things in this world that God makes beautiful.


Some people are all these things,

And some people are more, too

For what’s most astonishing of all,

Is that some people,

Are you.




The Unthinkable Thought


Is the very thought of being alone with your thoughts really so unthinkable?


  • “I can’t do my work without headphones plugged in.”
  • “I can’t stand to go on public transportation without earphones plugged in.”
  • “I can’t focus on studies without headphones plugged in.”

When I ask a lot of these people if it’s their obsession with the music quality they can’t resist, I often get a shrug and “no, I just can’t focus if it’s silent. I need background noise, whatever it may be.”

OK, so…

Besides the problematic fact that music has gone from an art to mere background noise… there is a more significant question I would like to pose:

Is our addiction to background noise a necessity because we actually function better that way… or is it simply because we’re afraid to be listening to our own inner voices?

Is the thought of being with your own thoughts really that unthinkable?

We live in a world of noise, in which we will desperately plug anything into our ears – good music, mediocre music, crappy swear words – anything and everything – to drown out any possible survival of an inner dialogue. Distract yourself deliberately just so that you won’t hear what your inner voices are desperately trying to tell you.


We’d prefer planning for the future while mercilessly silencing the voice of the past. Let’s look ahead to making the world a better place without fixing what is damaged in the past and still affecting us now. We’d rather contemplate if a future plan can be executed right than to contemplate if what we did today, yesterday, or even presently is done in good intentions.

Do we want to consider intentions? What if they’re not as noble as others think they are?

–Plug them earphones back on.–

–Block it all out.–

–Don’t think.–

Again, I ask:

Is the mere thought of being alone with your thoughts really so unthinkable?

Time to start thinking about that. 

You might be surprised to find out how much more alive you’ll feel when you actually start listening to yourself.