True Story

A bird flew in the house where I was working and got caught in between the blinds.

The owner of the house tried using a trash bag, then a towel to catch it and set it free.

I suggested using a broom to guide it out, 

but as much as this bird wanted to get out, it was mostly scared by all the commotion of us chasing it around. I got so frustrated after a while and then for whatever reason, I imagined myself as the bird. Confused, afraid, just trying to get out and go on with my life. 

Almost in an instant after this realization, I said to her, "all living creatures are always looking for the light. Let's close the blinds and doors but leave one window open and leave it alone, in time, it'll find his way out and fly away."

And eventually it did.

Life doesn't have to be so complicated.
 If we take the time to stop & think, sometimes the simplest of things are the best solutions. 

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I'm the kind of person who believes in the power of silence.
 I think that sometimes things are so far beyond anything one can say to be able to describe. We just have to close our eyes and feel.

As much as I love the sounds of the city, where you don't even have to leave your house to feel like you're at a party or in a street full of strangers with more lights flashing before you than you can handle, I also love the sound of nature and the peace and silence of just being. 
Watching all the trees & bushes and flowers dancing to the rhythm of the wind while birds fly by is like a full on Broadway production of the beauty of life. Then all the other animals around come into the chorus and the sun or the clouds make their entrance for the grand finale and your mind is just blown. 

I've thought about what I would do if I was stranded on a deserted island with nothing but my clothes and I think I would drive myself crazy. Not out of desperation for wanting to be rescued but more out of the joy I'd find in being there.
 I would spend hours looking for the perfect spot to lay down and watch the time pass me by. I would probably write a novel on the way a tree branch moves, the sounds it makes, what it makes me feel, the way it looks, the smells invading my lungs while I watch it, the flow of the wind and how it graces my body as it passes through me and what it makes me feel as it does so... 
I'm sure no one would read it past page two if I ever got rescued and it was published cause it would be the biggest book written on five minutes of watching a tree branch while laying on the ground.
They'd put me in a home and maybe make me watch MTV all day to burn some of my brain cells and kill my imagination for good just so I would stop describing why I take joy in such little random things, like the sound of my keyboard as I'm typing this. It's like a melody in a sense. 

Someone once said to me that our thoughts and feelings can be traitors, 
but if we disconnect our thoughts from our feelings, 
we will actually feel and know what's true.