Finding Beauty

I am too consumed in a world of glass to look into the beauty of life being reflected from it.

When the cold and chill of Winters hold me and my energy hostage to unnecessary distress, I yearn for a brighter morning, a warmer day. It is truly uncanny how we don't care about things till the moment we loose them. Waking up these past few mornings has been fascinating to my numb brain, fogged with illusions of misunderstandings. I have been noticing things I never knew even mattered. Sadly, also things I would rather not see.

The oncoming of Spring has brought chirpy parrots singing in their choirs the whole day. The utmost magnificence lies in the formations and swift flights of the pandemonium in the pastel blue sky, free of any clouds as if filtered clear to bless our eyes. One day of this very Spring, I rejoiced the fresh of the air walking back home from my bus stop in a shining afternoon. The greens against the simple blue background filled with whispered noises of the smaller birds reaching my ears. My feet hit a pebble and I looked down to see an unexpected view. Now, I had never seen such an absolute tragedy unfolding in front of my mere eyes and neither I could imagine such a situation in my brain. So for a quick moment my eyes widened and my heart soared in shock when the realisation hit of what I was looking at.

A dead chameleon.

It just lay there, probably crushed unknowingly by passers in vehicles. With hands over my heart, I took steps forward trying to comprehend what my eyes had just immersed. I couldn't believe how I came across it. The probability of me walking by it without even noticing was way too high. But yet here I was... simply trying to overcome the discovery. Hours passed after a reached home and eventually - I did move on and forget. Would I have been able to do so if that creature was my pet? Of course not. The difference which stands is a common word known as attachment.

You don't decide on attachment in your life. You only react to feelings and end with attachment without any knowing. It may be just another thing for someone while it could mean the world for another. It's human nature to take things granted which are available in plenty and abundance but we cannot overlook the attachment we feel at its lack. Even if it might be late, but it's never too late. Expressing how we feel regardless of thinking what the next person would say is better than keeping quiet forever and letting the fire of passion burn you down instead of it warming a healthy connection. It does not matter what others think. As long as something makes you happy, it doesn't need a reason.

Unless psychopath behaviour makes you happy, then that's a problem.