Went to the Garden of the Gods a few weeks back, I can see why the natives believed them to be magical. The giant red rocks cutting through the green of the Earth, the turquoise blue sky, I can see the hand of God work. The other thing I love about the Garden of the Gods is all the people you will see, people from all over the world. As you steal away from the groups of people you can picture an ancient people riding their horses down from the mountains. You almost hear the beating of drums and the sound of voices singing to their gods. You catch just the slightest hint of fires burning for both light and food.
Can you imagine the awe the pioneers would have felt as they came across a land such as this? I wonder what they thought when they looked upon the jagged rocks. Or did they fear it thinking it was something bad or evil? Did they see it as a gift from God? Did they feel the way I do?
When I look the Garden of the Gods, I realize just how small I am. When I start feeling sorry for myself I look at these rocks I understand that my problems are my own and though my problems may cause my world to come to a halt they don't have an effect on the world. The world continues to turn, time continues to march on and people continue to live their lives. We all have challenges, we all have to some trials in life but in the end what is going to matter the most? I have never heard of anybody being on their death bed wishing they had work more, had more money or bought more stuff. They regret not spending enough time with loved ones, making more memories and not laughing, loving and living enough.
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