Thoughts From the City

You may laugh at my title, thinking that Provo isn't really a big city, but in comparison to home, it is really different. I have found myself alone a lot recently. My roommates are busy and have their own friends, and I'm still getting into the groove of things - you know, making new friends. So there have been a few nights/evenings were I have had alone time in the middle of thousands of people. It has made me think.
Jottings:
"Today I got home, and no one was here. So I sat on the balcony with the light of a streetlight and the stars shining on me. There was the sound of cars, a breeze in the tree, people talking and laughing, but I felt beautiful solitude. Some people claim they only find true solitude in the wilderness. I also love the solitude of the city. When I have inner peace and quiet, and the immediate world is quiet, but I can hear the world still moving, people still living, and I am silent and still like a rock in the river, I can find peace. I love the peace that comes when I am alone. The completeness. I feel fulfilled."
It sounds weird, but there is a similarity there between being quiet and still in the middle of the chaos of a city and being quiet and still on a mountain looking at the stars. In both places I can be quiet, feel peace, and see how small and insignificant I am. The city doesn't stop just because I do. All those lights and busy people living their busy lives don't really care about me. And when I go star gazing I feel minuscule. Both give me humility and perspective. We all need those moments now and then, acting as a rock, before we join the rest of the water flowing down the river.