Hello, is anyone there?...it's me Chelsea

You know I noticed something earlier today, and it sort of hit me a little bit.
We all lead such busy lives, some more than others, that we forget to appreciate and take notice of the beauty around us. We rarely seem to find the time to look around and say "That looks nice...oh that's pretty..." or something along those lines. Because I personally believe that it's the little things in life that can make our whole day.
As I look outside my window I see a sky of pink, blue, and white. To me it resembles that of a painting, an oil painting or watercolor painting, but a painting nonetheless. God gave us this beauty. We can at least appreciate it and take a couple seconds to notice it every now and again, it's the least we can do.
It's Winter and there's a slight breeze, picking up only a little. People trying to stay in as much as they can to try and stay warm and cuddle up in a nice warm comforter. Some are planning or getting ready for New Year's Eve tomorrow. Other's just enjoying a nice night in. Everyone waiting for the countdown to the new year. Hoping that it brings a promising future and a better life.
Already reminiscing the past and predicting and celebrating the future. Praying to make better decisions and meet newer and better people.

As we stay and sleep in our comfortable and warm beds, we tend to forget those who are out on the streets tonight. Families, individuals, characters of all sorts. Some even finding the New Year pointless and useless. Wondering and asking God why is all this happening to them and what did they do to get there. There are many different viewpoints and opinions. They hear the whispers on the streets saying "Look at them...why don't they try and get a job...if only they put more effort in and actually tried hard enough maybe they wouldn't be here..." While they don't understand that the people on the streets don't want to be there. They probably worked hard all their lives. And one bad decision or one bad trust in a friend or business situation was all it took to put them on the streets. They don't want to be there. They don't like having to put their pride aside just so they can beg people going by for money for a little bit of food. There's no sympathy or empathy from no one. The only sympathy or empathy seems to come around the Christmas season and sometimes Thanksgiving, but no other time of the year. We carry on. How humiliating must it be to have to put your pride down and your guard up. Having to defend yourself on a whole new level, a level that no one else can understand not even me, who hasn't been in their position. Who are we to judge them?
My theory is that no one should live on the street, I don't care what they may have done or what they said, they shouldn't be on the streets. Maybe in jail or just simply living on their own, but not on the streets. But no, we have them on the streets with stories of punk ass teenagers who torment them or steal what little possessions they already have and degrade them even more if even possible.

My point of this long narrative that is my suggestion of a novel, is that there's beauty all around and people all around. We need to take the time to appreciate them and just take notice. Not mock anyone or anything, but appreciate and/or try to somewhat understand what's around us. There's plenty that we can't understand unless we've been in that situation, believe me I know that. But if we can at least try to respect, tolerate, and try to make a connection then that can be a start of something new. Who knows what that is, but we'll never know if we don't try, if we don't try and make an attempt.

I know this all sounds weird and crazy, and it probably is. You're right to think that. I guess I'm just thinking out loud here. But I must have somewhat caught your attention in some small way because you read this far. I know it's been a little boring than some stories or blogs you may have read, but it's here anyways. You can comment, degrade this if you want. It won't phase me, I'm ready for criticism because I don't really care if it's positive or negative, the point is you read it and took notice of it. So thank you.

Well I think I'll end this here and leave as is. Thank you.
Chelsea

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