Sunday, February 05, 2017
It was a good day. The sun is up and the wind is strong. The sound of the waves is calming and the sight of the greens is naturally captivating.
I was finding my way back to the car--to find refuge for the cold, when I got distracted by a flock of birds. Enticed by their presence, I chased one after the other. My gullible self got lost in the moment--even went as far as feeding them.
T'was fun. I threw the crumbs and they fed on them. I threw some more and they got closer. It's amazing how you give so little and yet get so much in return. Or how trivial things get through your heart and lit you up. Instantaneously, at that.
When you're happy as a fool, you let it take you over. Because who doesn't want happy? And who, in the right mind, would not welcome happy with open arms?
But more and more pidgeons came. They got closer and closer. And instantaneously as always, my brain switched from blissful to careful. What if they bite? The flock grew so big, it got scaryyyy. What if they attack?
Panic. Hits me slowly and then comes rushing all at once. It's crazyyy. I'm crazyyyy (proven hypothesis in numerous self-designed social experiments hahahaha). So I ruined the moment. And I ran away. Like a wimpy kid, I run. Four out five times, I run.
And I've been running away. Because I think I have the luxury of time. Because I think I'll never run out of chances. Because I have a littany of excuses. But I'm tired of running away. Oh good God, give me something to run towards. And with eyes closed and fears shunned, I shall run towards. It's time. :D