I have never been very fond of flowers, but always had some curiosity about leaves. The simplicity, the evenness, the falling off. They do not compete to be noticed. With flowers, you can never tell. Some would want to stand distinct amongst the crowd, some would want their fragrance to be noticed more than others. I am not really sure if they do it purposefully, but I would always want to buy leaves instead of flowers, however weird that might sound.
Eyes have a tendency to deceive us. Ears also do that. Their combination also doesn’t work very well, for I always believe the truth has three sides, your side, the other’s side and the true side. While we will always look at the world from one perspective, our own i.e., we must be able to see and appreciate other perspectives.
Many people are standing at the red light. I observe each of them closely and they all have similarities and differences. I try to put myself in the mind of the traffic policeman and see the world from his eyes, the incessant flowing of traffic, the noise of the horns, standing in the sun, breathing in the pollution. And my mind tells me the world is really very different then. I try to put myself in the mind of the beggar child across the street, I see things from his perspective, the way he has been taught that he only needs to wait for the red light and then he’s supposed to beg for money. What does a kid know? He knows nothing, he mostly follows what he is told and he will probably grow up with a set of thinking that was planted long ago. I see things from his perspective and the world is strange, it is merely a struggle to feed yourself enough to continue begging for the rest of your life. What’s his fault? Absolutely nothing. But once I switch back to being myself and judge from the angle I have built over the years, my mind says, he is an idiot.
I’ve always been impatient with people and usually thought that the way to win the race is through hate. You put in your anger and resentment to fulfill your goals. I was proved wrong. While hate can be a really good thing, love can be equally fulfilling at times. One needs to shed their skin more often than they think they should. That’s the lesson we are taught about change, but never do we realise the depths. Sometimes the important thing is not to conquer but to let the thing remain in its raw form and accept it the way it is. The pleasure is immense. Ultimately the urge to compete will die out and that thing will reveal its natural form. Once the simplicity is achieved, the purpose is served. You win with love and acceptance.
And about hate, it’s a very powerful emotion. But to master it and know when to use it and how to use it is something not all of us can achieve. We can try, though.
But the simple pleasure will always come when one is at peace with himself and with others. And while such pleasures don’t last very long, you must rejoice while they exist. The beauty will always be in the simplest of things and it will depend on the emotion in the eyes of the beholder. Always.