Hidden Allure

I see photos everywhere now. As I went on my daily run, I took notice to an interesting sight. A pretty sight for such a bland area (about the only one too!). At first glance, I noticed how seemingly perfect the entrance to this place was. Pretty pink flowers all bright and blooming... a clear and sturdy walkway to promise a safe and pleasant visit...green vivacious trees providing shade to those who seek shelter from the sun...and a delicate leave coated archway beckoning those to come closer and explore the property. But, when one ventures closer, the pretty pink flowers...are brown around the edges and are silently begging for water to be turned to them. The solid walkway is cracked and littered with fallen foliage. The vivacious green trees... have more dead and rotten branches than leaves and are sulking in the breeze. And the archway... the wood is cracked and splintered...the paint, chipped. The emerald leaves cover only one side- the other nearly barren, and dried roots are clawing for solid ground to finally breach... instead of dangle helplessly in mid-air.



And yet, this place is home. I think I'd rather see beyond it's short-comings and enjoy the pretty pink flowers. I would much rather appreciate the cracks in the walkway as meaning many feet passed through to enjoy these sights. I would rather listen to the trees shiver in the breeze, and look at the archway as an attempt to make the world more beautiful... more inviting to those who appreciate the simple and exquisite beauties of life.

So I will.