For in this moment.....

I live each day for the whispers of the wind and the sunrises and sunsets.
Above all else I live for this moment.
For it is within this moment that I am free to see the world and take in its beauty.
I live in this moment to flourish like the vibrant leaves of the fall.
I am this moment.
A moment to believe in something more than the eye can see.
It's a  moment to reflect.
It's a  moment to be one with this very earth in which we live on.

In the world that we live in there is a hidden part of life that is often overlooked.
Is it because we don't appreciate the littler things in life?
Or is it something far bigger than we can imagine?
We remember the trees but not the roots.
We see the house but not the walls.
We dwell upon the leaves but not the branches.
We recall the flower but not the stem.
We recollect the years that have passed by but not all the days.
We admire only the object or idea, but not in its entirety.
Ask yourself this, what do these symbols represent and what do they have in common?
Only then will you be able to enjoy life in its entirety.
 

The Questionable Puzzle

How does one understand, what it is that they can't understand?
For no matter the angle they approach the situation, they can never find a definitive answer.
It's like listening to a foreign language and trying to make sense of it, most people cannot and would zone out.
But what if what was being said was important and of value to you?
What then would you do?
Would you ask for some clarification on what is being said?
Only problem with that is they are speaking in another language, therefore you cannot communicate efficiently.
Therefore it becomes the ultimate puzzle, as no matter how many pieces you have in front of you, unless you can find some way to put them together you are stuck.   

The Day in the Life of a Snowflake

Winter, oh how I envy that season.
It's a time where I am set free into the world, following where the wind takes me.
Each trip I take is a new adventure as I see the world far and wide.
While stand alone as a single snowflake I am nonmalleable, but when I am put together with other snowflakes, I am something more.
I become something that has been used for years to derive days of happiness for children far and wide.
I am a snow man.
I am a snow ball.
I am a snow fort.
I am what you make me into.
 

The Mural

A painted mural slowly began to fade away as the wall began to grow older.
A once beautiful picture washed away, much like a muddy reflection dissipating from the rain.
Vines grew up the building in every which way, slowly consuming the building, much like how a Boa Constrictor wraps itself around its prey.
Years passed by and the mural took a constant beating from the weather, and although faint the mural remained.
The mural was a symbol that no value could be placed; expect the value that each individual places on it.

The Process of Curiosity, Logic and the World Beyond

"Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of a man's desire to understand."
- Neil Armstong

Why is it that life was created the way it was? Does it serve a greater purpose than the naked eye can see? Or is it something simple and over analyzed? It is these kinds of questions that have driven mankind forward. Rather than just accepting everything for what it was, mankind expanded its horizons farther than ever thought possible. When said and done these questions, are all a part of a greater process that forums into what we are looking for. Think of a rain storm and its process. For the process to begin their first must be water on the ground. In other words, a question or problem is taken note by an observer. The observer begins to explore the issue and starts to forum an opinion. As he begins to present his opinion others begin to pitch in. Thus the water begins to bunch up and evaporate into the morning sky. Once an answer or solution is obtained this is when the rain cloud is fully formed. For sometime that answer or solution might be the general consensus.  However, it's only when someone finds a flaw with what is commonly believed that the rain begins to fall, the thunder begins to strike,  and the process begins once again.

The Layers of an Onion

Perception is power under the eyes of the beholder.
It can break you or make you depending upon how you approach it.
But there is a blurred line between perception and reality.
I may perceive myself as an upright person, when in reality others see the exact opposite.
Does this mean I am wrong, and the beholder is right?
We all grow up differently and we go down different paths.
These paths are what shape us into who we perceive ourselves to be.
But some things affected us and we did not  know that it did.
This affects how others perceive us.
Think of anything that has layers around a core, such as an onion.
To get to the center of the onion you must peel away the layers individually.
As you peel away the layers, you have a smaller core that's in the inside, where no one usually looks.
If more people understood the core of which you are, they might be more likely to perceive you the way you perceive yourself, as they understand what made you into who you are today.