Which reminds me of another thing that's been on my mind a lot lately is to not take our five (or six…) senses for granted. What a luxury it is to see, touch, hear, taste, and smell. Getting over my cold (which was actually the flu as I think I mentioned in a previous post so, yaaaay) made me realize how beautiful it truly is to smell things: the flowers Prince Harry bought me for Valentine's Day, new clothes from the mall before you wash them, Reese's chocolate-peanut butter Valentine's Day candy hearts. Tasting foods, all different cuisines; especially Chinese vegetables in sweet and sour sauce, crisp snow peas and pallete-cleansing water chestnuts, or even the salty kiss of a significant other (#hayyyyprinceharry). Hearing the sweet symphony of a bird in the springtime, the promising wails of a newborn child, the primitive noises that venture out within the depths of human beings when they reach ecstasy (wink wink!). Touching soft pillows, hugging a dear relative's warm & smooth skin, feeling the different materials and varying textures of the pages of a book -some books have shiny pages, coarse pages, etc.- when you read it. Fun fact about exciting & somewhat big news for me: I am actually going to start a secondary blog on the Blogger platform where I will blog about the books I am reading after I have finished them and give my reviews!!) Lastly, see. Seeing, although I am in love with all of the senses, perhaps I appreciate seeing the most. My sight is the sense I wake up every morning and thank He-Oh-Holy-One-Up-Yonder for. Sight is so beautiful, for without sight what is there to inspire? The darkness, the cloudiness of never-ending night. Beethoven, however, was able to find inspiration in the touch of the musical keys of the piano, in the sounds resonating from somewhere inside its mechanism-filled core.
But me - my inspiration is all about that which is Visual. Colors, scenes, all of the places to behold in one's eyes. Often times I feel as though I have too much visual stimulation all around me. When we lay in our beds when we first wake up in the morning, do we actually even notice the posters on our walls anymore? Do we appreciate the watercolor painting hanging above our desks? And more often than not, do you get out of that same bed, never once looking back at your impression of your body upon the mattress? Certainly no. We are always rushing around, always busy human beings. We always have a place to be, or even more importantly, a place that we should be. Who's to say we should do anything, at all? Where is the line drawn for us to determine what we should actually be doing? What mass is the gray area that is composed of what we want to do versus what we are told to do versus what we should actually do versus what we think we should do?
~As a side note~
I've learned how to be your own best friend. How to treat yourself right, and love yourself infinitely, and be at peace with not only yourself but the whole world as well. The secret lies within one word: Forgive.
Hopefully I've given you faithful readers a lot to think about!!
Until Next Time,