Friday, January 1, 2016

Outside my Window

Outside my Window

My mind wanders from my writing as I sit at my lonely desk trying to get the right words to come flowing out of my fingers freely. Outside my window the world seems foreign to me. I spend so much time alone in my own little worlds that the one I live in seems too simple to even care about.

My eye catches some movement outside my window. I quickly glance just in time to see a squirrel dart from the bird feeder and scamper off with a chatter that says "ha, you can't stop me, human."

Outside my window, people walk by going who knows where. I know where because my writer mind makes it up. Some are going after groceries. Others are going to the beauty salon for a make over so they feel better about themselves. Then there are others that are wandering looking for trouble to cause others.  Yet, here I sit at my desk, waiting for inspiration.

Outside my window I see the sun shining down onto the world below. It makes the flowers grow up tall and proud that they are alive. When the sun fails the flower, the flower doesn't just give up and stop growing. It finds other ways to grow and be happy.  People could take lessons from flowers and learn to be happy with who they are and what they have. If you aren't happy with something in your life, find another reason to be happy or change what isn't making you happy. Just be happy. Just be you. You are perfectly imperfect just the way you are meant to be.

Outside my window it has started raining. The clouds have cast darkness early on the earth. The darkness engulfs everything, including the ever happy flowers. Once the storm cloud induced darkness has engulfed everything, there is nothing to do but wait it out. You can still go about your every day business but the darkness is still there. Such is the same with one with depression. The darkness has engulfed their life. They may or may not be able to do everything they could before the darkness came but they keep on living the best they can.

Outside my window men, women, and children are being killed by other human beings. There is never a good reason to kill another human being. It is like killing part of ourselves since we are all human beings. We are one race living on one planet. We are human beings living on the planet we call Earth. How hard can that really be to understand?

Outside my window people and life come and go. One day, I will join them but for today I will remain within my safe place behind the window looking out. I will be enjoying my time writing at my computer. I will be loving the people I have in my life. I will continue to be a human being wondering what the hell went wrong with people and this world. I will for today be an outcast unwilling to conform to the world and people around me that have forgotten to care about each other and pass by without even noticing the other.

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