I feel a bit guilty when I check my blog stats and find people still checking it after a couple of days of not posting anything. Actually I feel happy as well to know that there are people who do anticipate my new posts. Thank you.
I came back from Dubai two days ago. It has been a very nice trip. I will be posting about more details about the trip and the fashion show I attended in the coming days when I get the pictures we took from my friend.
Now I will start from the beginning.
In my way to Dubai, I was happy to have my seat next to plane window as I do like looking from the window and checking the ground below getting smaller and smaller, then looking into the clouds and feel the height we are flying in.
Unfortunatly, it was night. I could only see the wing of the plane. I couldn’t even see any star, only pure darkness covering the horizon.
I kept on staring out of the window. I wanted to see anything. Maybe I even hoped to see a vision, an angel, or anything spiritual that would restore the faith that I have lost in a spiritual world.
The idea of the father living in the sky that has been injected into my mind at childhood is still there in me. In old days, they used to believe that heavens are in the sky. Today, and regardless of all the scientific achievments we have acquired, a lot of us still look up to the sky in order to approach the God we believe in.
And so, even knowing that religion has evolved to say that the father is everywhere – which means that he can be in my room at my house on earth as much as he can be sitting next to me on the seat of the plane in the sky – I stood there in the plane trying to catch any sign of heavens.
After 3 hours, the plane reached its distination. I was disappointed because I got no sign from heavens. The scenes of the buildings of Dubai started to appear. The life of the city started to show itself. The lights were everywhere in the middle of the night. The workers in the airport where rushing in the middle of the night to serve the passangers who arrived from around the world.
I find myself feeling happy for the life existing in a far away city from my home. People seem different. Buildings seem different. There are new sights to see. There are new people to look at. There are new experiences to go through. There are many things that yet I have to check in my life.
In a second, it came clear to me the absurd idea of me looking for another life on plance while I still have so much to learn in this life. Why do I keep on bothering myself of looking for an evidence for a spiritual life when it can be hidden from be because I am not really ready for it? I have yet a long journey to take on this earth before leaving. A journey that I am looking forward to unfold and live.