Life

We grow up having this idea that the world is a Seder plate of opportunity. Every color and every sight is something new to us, and beautiful in its own way. Fast forward a few years. We’ve grown used to the idea that everything is something that hasn’t been seen or imagined in our heads. A couple of years go by and we hit a point where we think we’ve seen it all. Nothing is of any significance anymore, and the colors of the world are photo shopped by our minds to turn black and white. Our eyes have closed to the idea of freedom, and the endless possibilities we could accomplish just by having this gift of life. People have changed. No longer are they forced to be decent because of your innocence and young age, and no longer are they as distant as they once were as you stood looking up to them. Your ability to connect via developed personality is shuttered by the fear of rejection and the disillusionment of our minds expectations. Our physical appearance becomes the most significant part of our lives because first impressions are what we are forced to believe create the type of fictional relationships portrayed in magazines. Everything about life becomes miserable, and the gray cloud of society seems to position itself above your head, drizzling through your brain. We strive to possess the characteristics of seemingly perfect people, shown to us by the false ideals of some distant visual reality. Which in turn, fuels our misery. And god forbid we don’t find some sort of outlet for our anger and frustrations with learning that we alone cannot change the world without getting out of bed at 7:30 everyday, our lives are over in an instant. And the brunt of failure has seceded from the back of our minds, and planted itself front and center. And our expected actions are let down by our true capabilities. Because the child on the cover is never what they are inside the pages. We grow cold to the world that once fed us opportunity on a silver platter. But fortunately if we can survive (which some of us don’t) our life’s season changes to spring. A seemingly unending spring where our mental flowers are always blooming and not a cloud in the sky could cover what our dreams shine down upon. For the world once again blossoms with opportunity and shows us that a life of success is seemingly possible. And the silverr lining in that gray cloud that once loomed over who we thought we would become, has shown its silver lining, only to become all silver. The dullness of living has had its contrast restored by some miracle. And the miracle of life lives on, showing us that even though sometimes this scary place we inhabit is a never ending train of lies and deceit, that takes us to a beautiful garden filled with roses, and the love of everyone around us. For when we surround ourselves in a field of decency, and love shines through that tiny hole in the wall, you know everything will once again be alright, and the soul of life lives on through love.