A Part Of Life

The grass here seems to have put many efforts to contain its rich green colour. It is patchy on the ground, but inviting enough to make people sit, take some deep breaths and have a leisure time. The tree I have put my back on, is swaying noisily in the autumn winds. The air seems ornamental with the floating yellow leaves parting one after the other from the branches. All this simply makes the heart leap and pour out words of joy and happiness.

I feel the beauty of life by reading the impression of satisfaction, from the parents of two kids playing around them. I feel the innocence of life while watching this cute, pouting boy, after hearing me refuse to play in his team, as it was one person short of the other team. I feel the stability of life in the kite resting on a tree where no one could catch it and own it. I feel the motion of life in the person mowing the grass far away and laughing with his friend. I feel the curiosity of life trough the blindfolded girl, guided by her lover towards some surprise. I feel the delicacy of life in the feet of a toddler trying to walk. I feel the quiet in noisy winds, freedom in birds, warmth of the ground. I feel. I smile. And I realize that I can try endlessly to capture life in words and never succeed. Maybe it is not even desired of me. Feelings will always be meant to feel. Words cannot be powerful enough to replicate them exactly.

So, I will put aside my notebook, my pen, my inability, my excuses, and explore what is still remaining to be felt; new and unknown. I will go to that boy and ask him to take me in his team if there is still a place for me. If there is not I can become their Referee or Commentator or something like that, we will see. Because I want to be not just an observer, but a part of life.