From a Distance
From the basement, to the 16th floor of a shopping mall. Don’t take the lift, take the stairs. Gasp for air by the end of it. And look around you. It’s likely you will find other tall buildings from which people are possibly staring at you. But you’d also find green at the horizon. The sun trying really hard to peek at you amidst the clouds. Lie down there. Get consumed by the whites of the sky. Breathe.
What is it that this beauty offers us? This beauty that you see, breathe, feel and smell with every step you take? Oxygen? Water? Nourishment? Sure. But let’s be artists for a second, shall we? With every stroke we make on a canvas, we convey meaning. Waves signify a rush of emotions. The sun signifies happiness and rain signifies gloom. This beauty? It gives us metaphors.
The ant that we focus upon is the one that steps out of the line – ‘Be different’. Ugly roads lead to beautiful destinations – ‘Pull through’. Every cloud has a silver lining – ‘Something good will come out of this’
From the donkey that wet its cotton and stupidly made it heavier to the condescending turtle who opened its mouth and fell to its own death, animals teach us lessons. From the one hundred year old Banyan tree that thousands of stories were told under, to the Venus Flytrap which is ‘evil personified’, plants taught us lessons. From the mighty iceberg, half of which is hidden under the water, to the grain of sand that marks the first step towards a mammoth, to the mammoth itself, this beauty taught us lessons. And if there is one thing that we learn from authors and storytellers, it is to hunt for such gems from nature, and put them out there for people to exploit.
And what are we doing if we aren't exploiting them? A million things can claim that you set your eyes upon them today. But only a handful can claim your real attention. Only a handful can claim that you wrote about them. That you photographed them. Let those handful really count. Let today be the day the crow recovers from the cuckoo’s betrayal, and learns to channel its misery in the right direction.
Title Credits: BETTE MILDER