Mountains.

I caught a glimpse of the mountains against a clear blue sky while walking to the library today. I've never in my life thought that mountains were beautiful things. I've always thought that they were just rocks in triangular formation, and rocks were really just rocks whatever pattern they chose to pose in.

Well it struck me today that those mountains, with glowing white veins of snow sprawled over it, with the blue sky over and the sea spread out under, were utterly beautiful. I think it was the almost divine glow that the sun lent to the entire picture. Or maybe it was actual divine intervention that God chose to cause me to turn my head at that moment to look upon those mountains - because their beauty reminded me of the things God has given me here, things i would never have had if i stayed in Singapore, or had given up part way. All in a split second i realised i had no business lamenting the distance from home, or things i wanted but could not have. It also reminded me that i was glad to be here, and i must not be blinded by sentiment.

I already know all that. Sometimes i just need reminders.