I was speaking to a friend about how clouds can appear so real and distracting until you're on a plane. Once the plane has ascended above the clouds, you get to experience the vastness of the sky that is untouched by clouds.
Problems and stuff are like clouds. The only time when clouds look interesting and picturesque even is when they are bathed by the sun's rays at dusk and dawn. No matter how pretty or dull the appearance, a cloud is still only a cloud.
No matter what the appearance, I can always rise above it because I know I am the sky.
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