a beautiful day
...a small love letter
How is it that the birds sing at the perfect pitch?
Or that the shade of green that coats these leaves inspire such a feeling of peace?
Or that the sun omits a warmth that wraps almost entirely around my organs?
It seems to me that nature has been crafted to perfection, and I am to sit amongst it everyday, breathing in each fresh particle to cleanse my weary soul.
So I will wake each morning with a cheerful call from the birds that sing outside my door.
A sun that shines so invitingly through my vertical shutters, and paints honey coloured stripes on my bed frame.
And velvety grass outside my window that inspires movement in my feet.
The smell of phantom coffee will drift through the air, a reminder of such simple pleasures.
It’s time to get up, and start this beautiful day.
Perhaps we overcomplicate what it means to be free.
Maybe we’re only as free as we choose to be.
We can wake up and choose to see beauty, or we can choose misery.
Beauty is not hidden, we’ve just decorated it with our sorrow.
So when we start to see beauty again, we can feel the freedom that’s been lost in complicated lies — and you cannot know freedom without knowing you’re already free.
And as long as you have a choice, you are free.
Free to read the words on this page.
Free to wake up and start this very beautiful day.