Something similar

Last evening, I went to the garden, and wondered why I had never once stood long enough to appreciate the beauty that has always been existent. Standing on the center spot of the grass, I could smell the freshness of nature, as flowers are starting to bloom after a blissful shower of rain. The sun sank in the blaze of red, and soon the sky was swept with purple and blue black tints. I could feel the cold night breeze against my face, and I shivered as I hear the leaves rustled. I looked up and saw shiny stars scattered so far away, like little diamonds in folds of velvet. It was cold, but still I lingered.

Looking back with the wisdom of age, I cannot help but be amazed at my own crass absurdity, considering the people I had chosen to be closed to in the past. There were moments, as I recall, surreal and dream like in quality, golden, unalterable and forever sixteen. The naivety was overwhelming, surpassing hours of prying eyes and overcastting the spell of panics and fears. Never had I once thought about how things should really be, my youth, daring and fervor, had led life towards a maze without exits, causing much anguish, to those around and myself.

In life, everyday and every experience is unique, but nobody is happy all the time. Most of us go through life as much money and property as we can, more often afraid to open the door and answer pleas from people close to us, usually walking away from those in need. Turning a deaf ear to those who try to speak, and a blind eye to those who try to make us see.

Have you ever thought to yourself, what is actually the measure of life?

When all is said and done, is it how long? Is it how much? Or is it who you meet along the way?

Can you recall; when the happiest moment of your life was?