Learning to See Again

People don’t get the chance to wake up every day. They take advantage of the sun shining through the curtains, the fresh cold air after it rains. You wake up feeling a certain type of way and decide to carry that with you throughout the day. Projecting all that anger, fear, onto the people you love. You get used to that heavy weight on your shoulders; you stop questioning whether it should be there. That weight becomes a safety net, a layer of protection. Or so you think. You think that keeping yourself at arm’s lengths is protecting you, protecting others. When, in reality, it is only causing you harm, pain, anger. Nothing good comes from carrying that with you. And many aren’t able to realize that until it’s too late. Until all they have left is regret. I’ve seen the people who live with regret. It’s not pretty. The light they had, is gone. You look in their eyes and there’s nothing. It’s as if they’re not even seeing you, they’re seeing right through you.

I don’t want to be that person who has trouble seeing people. I live life seeing the beauty in everything. All I have to do is change the way I look at things. My perspective is what allows me not to go insane. I look at the sky, and I can see so much. I see the stars as all the different lives I could have lived. Every star is a different choice I could have made that would have led me to a different life. The forest hold so many beautiful things. The birds are one of my favorites. They get to live up high. See things a way we human never will. And it’s sad if you think about it for too long. But they make me smile every day. I think of God and all the choices he’s made. He decided to bring all these different things to the world. He didn’t have to bring birds. But he wanted something that represented freedom and so came birds.