Have you
ever looked at the sky, the clouds, the trees, and the grass? I don’t just mean
viewing it as an object, but how they work together in an imperfect harmony.
Every tree
is unique in itself. Look at its tips. See how each one fans out leaving
slivers of space to see the boring or delightful sky behind it. See how a light
breeze will move each branch, each leaf. Every movement creating a change in
the world. The change may not be a big one, but as it moves, what you see
changes. You may see one part of a cloud, and then another one that’s been
secretly hiding.
See how the
clouds form and move. How they are constantly changing shape, forming, creating
all kinds of shapes and figures. An ever changing sky that will never look the
same as it does in this very moment. How great is it that you can look up in
the sky, and see something that someone may never see again.
Now look
down. The grass sways ever so lightly in the breeze. Each and every blade
sways, dancing and singing to its own rhythm. The blades collectively are known
as grass. It serves an important purpose in our lives. For looks and for
approval. Together the blades are a community. Just like a snowflake, no patch
is the same. Each grows differently in a fashion unknown to the common man.
Look around
you. Notice the leaves, the clouds, and the blades of grass. Notice how the
world Mother Nature has so generously provided, is so breathtaking. Look at it
in a way no human ever has. The colors clash and collide. They work together
creating art and beauty. See how it works against itself, but for itself.
I see the world
without humans as the exact way the human world acts. Together we are a kind.
Together we are a society. A collective group growing and living differently.
Each individual looking to the whole for advice but still choosing to do as
they please. A cloud cannot be cloned, nor can a snowflake, or a simple human
being.
We spend our
lives scared of what another blade of grass will think how we grow. How we sway
in the wind may be seen as wrong or too different. If every tree was the same,
if every cloud looked identical, if every blade of grass was perfectly strait
and moved exactly the same then photography would be a sick joke. Who wants to
capture the beauty of something unchanging, uninspiring, and flavorless?
This is how
we think we need to live. We think we need to live the American dream. Have the
best education, the best job, live richly, marry, have children, and then we
can die happy. Imagine if every single person lived this way. What a world that
would be. It would be the most boring, uneventful world in the entire universe.
If there is another human like creature out there, they would purposely ignore
us for our inability to live uniquely.
Some have
caught on. Some have realized that following the rest of the line of ants is
not the answer. Others, find following the crowd is the best and happiest way
to go.
