In the headlong rush that my week or rather month turned out to be, I failed to notice it. From the parking lot that begins my morning commutes, I just noticed a beautiful tree growing at the side of the street. Thin, olive green leaves sprouting out of gnarled, weathered grey bark, and everything in contrast with the dark grey overcast sky. I’d take a picture, but it is hard to blindly aim a mobile webcam.
I wouldn’t of noticed this tree, if I hadn’t maken time to walk to my bus stop. Rather than engaging in a mad desperate morning dash, I walked. By walking, I could notice things. But only if I knew where to look or by nearly running into them. So it is with life.
The endless stream of tasks, deadlines, wants and desires often takes precedence over the great beautiful things in life. Like a tree, the good things grow on the side. Take a moment, notice them and observe them. You will feel peace.
To by mógł być fajny kawałek prozy, Dorian, gdyby treść ostatniego paragrafu wyrazić w poprzednich, ale nie wprost, może bardziej przez formę. Tak, żeby ten, kto czyta o drzewie rozumiał, że to metafora, bez konieczności nazywania tego wprost. Pozdro
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You are so right. It is just my profession-induced syndrome of over-simplifying and explaining things. 🙂