Picture taken by: ME
Yet another day in paradise. I am falling in love with this beautiful rainy weather. It is breathtakingly beautiful to look at the trees, the dark sky and the lit roads at this hour of the night. It is so quiet I can hear the wind rustle in the trees. It is passing through the leaves and passing through my hair like a cool breeze. It makes me want to think about things that have not yet taken place or I doubt will ever take place. They say it whispers in the ear of the ones who want to listen, but I don’t think I am ready to listen to it yet, though I don’t mind getting a sneak peek either.
It actually makes you feel lighter if you let the wind hold you. It helps you to not worry about anything; its delightful yet very distracting, gotta watch where it takes you or you might regret it later. But right now, I feel like I am in ecstasy – it is getting to me. They say love is blind, I say wind is blind – which technically makes both of them true. Love monkeys us around, and wind monkeys everything else around. I wonder what the difference is?
We are all attracted to both of them. The force they carry under the wings that they spread on us if we allow them. And mostly, they spread it when we are unaware of the consequences and willing to take up the challenge. Every person entering the circle of intense joy proclaims ‘It won’t break’ until the bliss is taken over by trouble. Which necessarily isn’t the deal, but what fun is it without the risk?
Life isn’t meaningful without the spice of sorrow. And by that I don’t mean a season of sorrow.
Go with the flow but don’t forget to throw in a bit of wise inquiries. It better to doubt and confront than to believe.
Okay, I’m off to bed now. Gnite, sleep tight
Love
