This afternoon, while I walked amongst the tall office buildings of downtown Montreal on my way to the music faculty, the pressure from all the pending assignments weighed me down. The tall, gray buildings closed me in and reminded me I couldn't escape from the structure that school forces upon me. At least for the next few weeks. But then, waiting for the bus, I looked far enough down Sherbrooke that I could see where the sky meets the street, and I remembered one of my New Year's resolutions: to look up more often.
When I looked straight up at the sky and everything in it, I was reminded that there really was no ceiling over my head, and that me and all my worries were just a tiny, tiny part of the big, big world.
No one ever remembers to look up. We all only ever look straight ahead, thinking about what we have to do next, and where we're going. But if you look up every once in a while, you remember that it's not that big of a deal. There's more to life :-)