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…should the valley host a spread of daffodils and towering sequoia trees, soft mosses and, migrating birds, will you be there to share this delight or, will you stay lonely as a cup?
Outside is full of surprises. This wonderment has never shut our eyes close. Nature has always something feisty coming up on her sleeve and, everything simply appears rich and beautiful. It’s true. However, seeing things lovely as they are, I wonder if all of us really loved it. Most people would exclaim, “Oh, how beautiful! It’s relaxing. It impacts my life in a different kind of way!” But do we really mean what we say?
Would saying mean things to something already beautiful strange? For example, when you are on top of a mountain overlooking the city with light fog and a slightly cold feeling, you’d say I dislike this view. There’s nothing good about a city only beautiful when watched from above.
Or, when you are at the beach listening to the majestic sound of the waves with flying seagulls and fair weather, you’d still feel out of place and lonely. You say I don’t understand why initially people would say that this place is beautiful when it’s not.
If you ever speak to someone and both of you are looking at a masterpiece say a painting, together you say “incredible.” But you don’t know if it is incredibly beautiful or incredibly ugly unless you ask the other properly for clarity. But for some reasons, we don’t ask others for the clarity of what they mean. We assume that they feel the same way as we do because it’s normal; that’s what it should be.
And even if the other person desires to say further of what he wants to say, he doesn’t say anything to change it at all. And why is that? Are we only here to pursue other people’s expectations? Can’t we just say the view is not beautiful in fact it’s horrible? Free of guilt?
Is it because it’s NOT normal? To be normal. What does normalcy in this world mean? And where does it get us?
Why is it so hard to break free from this horrible state?
Fear. The fear to be odd; to be NOT normal. To be different from others.
Do we only see the world this way?
Where is honesty? Sincerity? True compassion and love for that matter? We say what the other person wants to hear. If we say otherwise, will be tagged as offensive, perverted, a hypocrite, dumb, crazy and, strange.
Do people come off naïve for asking this?
Because if it does then, it would be heartbreaking to go outside to see the valley with the spread of daffodils and, towering sequoia trees with flying seagulls, soft mosses and, migrating birds like this.
Perhaps, the reason why some people no matter how beautiful the world outside is, they still choose to stay lonely as a cup inside.
Surprises, wonderment become dull tales.
Yet, that’s one way of looking at things, right?
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The joy that we feel came from humanity’s blooming fear
Mean-spirited angels
Walking on earth like precious flesh
With the blood of royalties and, howling nobility
but we nip our wings out of fear
we talk the language of the world
we plunge into more parodies
to create a world of equals
of normalcy
of trendy hypocrisy
We camouflage we become it
We flag our opinions and individuality
We forget our wings
We hide that we are mean-spirited angels
Seeking the end of the world.
A composite of me and the universe 