beautiful things
There are so many beautiful sunsets that I’ve seen and I feel thankful and lucky for that. I wonder how many people actually bother to look out of their windows once in a while to remember that there are beautiful things out there that deserve our attention – perhaps more so than any other ‘pressing matter’. My brother comes home too late to look out of the window (he happens to sit next to it what a waste of a perfectly good location) and the parents? sometimes i tell them to come and look but i think they’ve seen so many ones that they’ve grown apathetic to it. seeing something once too often takes the wonderment out of it because you think that it will always be there, until it is not, by which time all the regrets won’t bring yesterday back. This is why i am glad for the enforced ‘smelling the flowers’ walk through the gardens everyday. there are times i really curse and swear at the 10 minute walk in from the MRT, but sometimes when there’s a breeze and the weather is right, and maybe when it’s the golden hour when everything is washed in warmth, it feels exactly right and i am happy to be part of that moment.
