(no subject)
I was driving home the other day. I looked at the world around me and recognized, like seeing it for the first time, that the universe in which we live is so beautiful.
The gift of sight is such a wonderful thing. Just to exist, to be able to think and to reason, to be aware of oneself, to be able to feel it when the wind passes you, to be able to know and remember. All these things are gifts.
Everything is taken for granted at some point, and the most frequently ignored is life itself. Those of you who feel down, and upset, and confused, remember when you were a child, and the difference between red and yellow was so great a contrast that it took you more than a second to comprehend it. Walk alone through a forest, or a field, meditate on simple things. Allow complexity to leave you for a time, and you will be rejuvenated.
Remember the days when your eyes weren't shaded in a sheet of grey. Remember when your vision was clear, and every little bit of beauty was appreciated in turn. You used to cherish the feeling of a coarse stone under your fingers, and you once breathed deep and felt alive.
Slow down, smile at your friends, touch somebody. Reach out to another human and connect with them. Step back from a problem and look at it through your new eyes. Understand it from the outside, from your side, from all sides. Reconnect with the empath inside yourself. Go back to the beginning, and start over. Renew yourself. It is summer, and the Earth is in full bloom. Life is all around you. In a city, the stone will speak to you. In a field, the grass will whisper your name. Time and time again, you have all forgotten what it means to exist. It's a cycle of appreciation and ignorance. Try to hold on to your appreciation for as long as you can.
For myself? I am writing this to try and reach out to you, whoever you are. I am holding on to the remembrance of the days when I had never known life as anything other than vibrant. Now, I have tasted life as a trial, and seen through the eyes of depression and struggle. I know you've all done the same. I am here for all of you, and you are there for me, if through no other means than being and helping me know that I am not alone. I'm crying out that we are all human, and we are all the same at heart. We all want love, and we all wish to give love to everyone we see. We are all brothers and sisters, no matter how old or young, scared or strong. I claim to have nothing more than love of Earth, of life, and of every person who breathes the same air as I do.
This is all for you. You who are reading this, take heart and feel alive. This is not for anyone by themselves. This is for anyone who has lost touch with their love of life.
With all my heart, everything's going to be ok.
The gift of sight is such a wonderful thing. Just to exist, to be able to think and to reason, to be aware of oneself, to be able to feel it when the wind passes you, to be able to know and remember. All these things are gifts.
Everything is taken for granted at some point, and the most frequently ignored is life itself. Those of you who feel down, and upset, and confused, remember when you were a child, and the difference between red and yellow was so great a contrast that it took you more than a second to comprehend it. Walk alone through a forest, or a field, meditate on simple things. Allow complexity to leave you for a time, and you will be rejuvenated.
Remember the days when your eyes weren't shaded in a sheet of grey. Remember when your vision was clear, and every little bit of beauty was appreciated in turn. You used to cherish the feeling of a coarse stone under your fingers, and you once breathed deep and felt alive.
Slow down, smile at your friends, touch somebody. Reach out to another human and connect with them. Step back from a problem and look at it through your new eyes. Understand it from the outside, from your side, from all sides. Reconnect with the empath inside yourself. Go back to the beginning, and start over. Renew yourself. It is summer, and the Earth is in full bloom. Life is all around you. In a city, the stone will speak to you. In a field, the grass will whisper your name. Time and time again, you have all forgotten what it means to exist. It's a cycle of appreciation and ignorance. Try to hold on to your appreciation for as long as you can.
For myself? I am writing this to try and reach out to you, whoever you are. I am holding on to the remembrance of the days when I had never known life as anything other than vibrant. Now, I have tasted life as a trial, and seen through the eyes of depression and struggle. I know you've all done the same. I am here for all of you, and you are there for me, if through no other means than being and helping me know that I am not alone. I'm crying out that we are all human, and we are all the same at heart. We all want love, and we all wish to give love to everyone we see. We are all brothers and sisters, no matter how old or young, scared or strong. I claim to have nothing more than love of Earth, of life, and of every person who breathes the same air as I do.
This is all for you. You who are reading this, take heart and feel alive. This is not for anyone by themselves. This is for anyone who has lost touch with their love of life.
With all my heart, everything's going to be ok.