Cue the trapeze.

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Perspective pedals a tiny tricycle around a path of twists and tangles, while honking a cheery horn. With a wagon red smile and frizzy kissed hair, my eyes try looking beyond the paint. It’s well done but not waterproof.

I tried following its logic, but the only thing I ask is—where does my heart get to rest in all this. I’m sure it’s allied with time, but the importance of the latter can wait outside the door until further notice. Though, the ticking doesn’t stop or is anything but silent.

But what if all the confusion that Perspective brings could be cleared up with a bunch of balloons. We could even hold a candlelit ceremony at sunset, say thanks, and watch everything ascend gracefully. Of course, I would welcome the winds’ whispered favor.

Then again, I’m sure five seconds after a peaceful sendoff, the time that I had totally forgotten about and tried to ignore would come crashing in. If it had rung the doorbell, I wouldn’t have heard it, for the only thing that kept me sane is up there with the balloons.

Perspective can be right.

Perspective can be wrong.

Perhaps, Perspective deserves a lollipop for all that I put it through.

 

 

 

What’s up? The ceiling, the sky, hopefully some birds.

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Sometimes, all you need to do is step outside for fresh air, and find appreciation in the surrounding beauty. Look up at the sky, and something is always going on. At times, it may simply be azure or stormy, the whole canopy in agreeance. But other times, there’s different things going on in different parts of the sky. One time, across the vast heavens, it was split into two halves: one side was dark and gloomy, while the other end was part blinding but also had a sunset. But the divide line where the dark and light halves clashed, there was the tiniest, faintest rainbow. But I wouldn’t have noticed it until I put on sunglasses.

And sometimes, I look in my rear view mirror, and see how it contrasts with the weather ahead. I could be leaving sunny skies, and be heading into a storm—or vice versa!

The sky in our minds can be similar with what goes on outside. It’s all in good spirits for one day, or all over the place the next. And somewhere amongst the chaos and peace, something good comes from it all. I have been proven that time and time again. But the major difference with our skies and nature’s—we’re in control of ours.

But the cool thing is that our minds can be whatever we want them to be.

Prison.

Garden.

Dark cellar.

Sunroof.

Nightmare.

Reality.

Discouraged.

Hopeful.

Gluten-free.

Maybe except the last one, the comparisons for the mind are infinite.

But the most important thing—the mind is ours.

Do what you will with yours. ❤