Eyeography

There it is, like all the other things. Waiting, living life, experiencing everything around it, and not bragging about it.

The flower says that that everyone judges it by its looks and external qualities. “Is that not a good thing?” I ask. She is quiet. Probably thinking. I get nervous, so I start thinking too. Some time passes, and I keep on thinking. The flower is just there, quiet, simply thinking. And then I realize some thing! I realize the focus is on thinking also and not on the action only!

“Other people think you give them happiness, but do people realize how you find happiness?” After a few moments, the flower moves a bit. I may have hit on some strong and true notion of some emotion. Why do we always say “Flowers make me happy!” without thinking of what makes the flower happy? We do the same thing to human beings. We jump on something that is beautiful or expensive, in terms of a barter, and we assume it will give happiness without actually understanding the concept of that beauty or the underlying person or being.

I thought in my head: sure, it does give happiness in different situations, but we rarely return any grateful thoughts. We do not realize what helps or runs the flower. Is that what could be affecting this being? “Yes.” The flower said through a nod. “Hmmm, how did you know I was thinking about something? I did not say anything.” And then the answer came which I could not have thought of running into. “You became quiet and thought about what I was thinking without taking into consideration the supposed looks or smell, things that others want to see in me. That is all that is needed: thinking why something is happening instead of jumping onto something to judge or conclude something in order to simply express something.” To be frank, I was more confused at that moment than ever before. Do I have to change all of my thinking to think about things from scratch? Do people have to stop thinking about how flowers help them and start focusing on other things also? After all, should not each person think of his or her own? Just because some people like me and others care about flowers does not mean others will too, right?

I thought about it some more, and the more confused and interested and happier I got. This very flower that I was looking at: people only saw its good things and its limited movements. Yes, people said it was beautiful, but people also focused heavily on the fact that it could not move in the same manner as other beings. People did not see anything else: a typical human nature to focus on other being’s differences instead of everyone’s differences and similarities. There was a lot more going on in this being that defines many good and bad things. The flower looks very beautiful, but it is also weathering and slowly maturing. I realized something: despite the experience and the weathering, it is more youthful, energetic, sincere and hopeful than most other people. It is experiencing more and more chaos and order in this world, and it is slowly trying to live through it. You see a flower shining up from one side and relaxed and bent from one side, but in reality, the flower is holding itself up as much as possible from all the stereotypes and pressures from this world and still doing better internally and mentally.

“Ohh, so it’s weak in those areas!” people say. No, not weak, but resting. Why does everything have to be your way or else its bad? What is the life of a flower anyhow in this world in the eyes of others? Flowers are mostly used in the world to attract someone into a sexual contact. And people say they love and respect flowers.

“You’re thinking too far“; I heard the voice of the flower in my head. I stopped thinking and realized: I could go on thinking, but I should not lose focus of the flower itself. Those things can be tackled later once the flower is understood and respected forever. For now, the life revolves around a lot of things, including thinking about what makes the flower exist. After all, if you value money, food, pets, or family for bringing you happiness, why can we not understand beings like a flower or a person we care about mentally in such a manner that we try to overcome all other stereotypes?

“You’re thinking too far“; I heard the voice in my head again. I realized I had ventured into the same forbidden path within a few seconds. I had a lot to learn from this flower, like patience and virtue and modesty, and hopefully, the flower can learn a lot from me, or at least get happiness and satisfaction from our bond. I am more than honored and happy to be around the flower.

Picture location: Somewhere in the Bay Area, Northern California, USA - near a beach and a sushi restaurant.
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Posted on Tue, 24 June 2008 at 1:32 pm PST.
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