If someone ever asked you what your most favorite thing in all of the world is, what would you say? Perhaps the first thing that comes to mind. You might say your new iPhone, or a specific talisman, or maybe your friends and family. These are all, of course, wonderful answers of understandable meaning. But what I would miss the most, you could say goes into quite exquisite detail of the finer points in life.
For if tomorrow I woke up from a sleepless slumber and the sun didn't rise, there would be far more disappointment than you might think. Because with that, there goes the delicate rays that cut through blinds in the early hours of the morning to wake you up. There goes the shadows that dance around the clouds and through the harsh angles of buildings and houses and trees. There goes the vibrant feeling of rejuvenation after a day behind electronic screens. There goes the way the ocean waters would sparkle and dance, basking in the heat of a higher power. There goes the way nature glows. There goes the shifting of highlights in people's hair, the way the colors would constantly waltz through their manes. There goes the way beams would find their ways into helpless peoples eyes; there goes the vulnerability you see in blue eyes when the sun rays light them up like a clear water lake; there goes the piles of gold you see in dark eyes when the sun rays unearth them. There goes the innocence and purity of the morning when the sun first rises, and the whole world forgets that, yesterday there were mistakes. There goes the heartbreaking sense of calm in the evening when the sun sleeps away to rest, and leaves behind an array of colors to paint across the sky in different brush strokes. For there goes the sun, all that it is, all that is was, all it ever could be. There goes the sun, and everything it means.
If tomorrow I walked out and there ceased to be a wind, hardly ever again, more cons would come from pros. For there goes the lovely spring days, when the air is fresh again, and the way your hair tangles itself behind your ears leaves a pep in your step. There goes the music of the leaves when they sway, back and forth, playing dare with their tree and testing their limits with their branch. There goes the memorizing way leaves twirl to the concrete. There goes the way tearful days are met with harsh winds to dry tears to the face, to stick memories in the past. There goes the feeling of feathers against bare arms, the way that one way pulls you back to play and the way the other pushes you forward to conquer the world. There goes the wind, the youngest playmate, the oldest friend, and there goes every joy and anger it ever caused for anyone. There goes the wind, and everything it means.
If tomorrow I were to walk, and the pain of a typical causation ceased to reach my nerves, I tell you there would be more disappoint than pleasure. For pain is what makes us feel alive. Without the sunburn upon our cheekbones and shoulders, where is the proof that we vacationed successfully? There goes the reminder that tomorrow will come, if ever we draw a blade across our wrists. There goes the sting of the sun in our eyes that reminds us, that at least it's still there. There goes the small scrapes and burns on our arms and knees after a hard practice, to tell us we've done well. There goes the scars we wear on our backs and legs, to show the world that this evil did not defeat us. There goes the pain that ever created tears and tore apart love and the hate that created agony. There goes the pain, and everything it means.
If tomorrow the bees didn't buzz, that too would be a shame. For no pollen, no travel, no honey, no flowers. No delight in honeycomb toast for a lovely afternoon, no honey for the tea when it gets too warm. There goes the lively green trees, rolling hills and dancing flowers. The vibrant colors of spring, the hot ones of summer, the soft ones of fall, and the magical ones of winter. There would only be the dead ones of the twilight zone, adorning every corner.
If we woke and the sky wasn't blue and the ocean wasn't either, the world would be sad. Sad, sad indeed. The waters would not seem so mysterious, they would not call our names so loud. The skies wouldn't color our eyes, but darken our minds.
You see, it is the little things in life, that leave us so at peace. It's the absence of these things that leave us so rattled. These small, small things keep us grounded, keep us sane. To lose them would be death, upon shock and lack of creativity. An insane end to meet.
Indeed, your most favorite thing in the world might be your phone, a certain outfit or homely meal. But my most favorite things, will always be the smallest wonders, that decorate our world without us even knowing there's a party.
Thank you for reading. This is a new mini series I am doing in collaboration with my good friend Jackson, who will post these on his blog too. We will agree on the same topics and present our views of them to our readers weekly, if possible. So please, enjoy and check out his blog:
https://www.soggysaxongoesatitagain.blogspot.com
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