Imagine that you’re back in like the 6th grade and your teacher, Ms. Scoodledoodle (first thing that came to mind), has asked everyone to close their eyes and picture some random crap blah blah blah. Now, do you remember that feeling when you open your eyes again after what seemed like hours? The fluorescent lights pierce your eyes, you start squinting, and complaining. You are convinced you are going blind. Of course, some of you may have fallen asleep while Ms. Scoodledoodle was asking some cheesy question your future (stay in school kids!). But regardless, you had to wake up at some point…
That weird feeling of awakening and weakness was what I felt after a 2 mile trek through the forest and then walking out into the clear, bright daylight. It was the beach at NorthBay Adventure Camp. The sky was so white, while the bay breeze tickled my skin. I actually had to pause, do the whole blind squinty thing, and audibly gasp. You know that scene at the end of the first Captain America when Steve woke up from his 70 year slumber and ran into Times Square, and looked around all shocked, disoriented, and overwhelmed? Yeah that was me. I am Captain America.
All the other campers kept walking and talking, while I was just stood there, gaping. The only difference between this and the Ms. Scoodledoodle example is that this felt good. The water was clear, pristine beauty. I couldn’t hear the people around me anymore, I was at peace.
I was watching a very boring lecture about the preamble of the United States Constitution. Okay, fine, it wasn’t that boring… Never mind, it actually wasn’t boring at all. I enjoyed it. I’m just trying to find justification for why I drew on the lines of my hand. That just sort of happened.
The third rock symbol thing I did with my hand symbolizes a charging bull. Hmm it also kind of looks like a guitar chord. I just tried it out. I’m a freaking genius.
p.s. Also, I stole my title from BBC’s Sherlock, when he made the origami swans. I like you if you understood the reference haha.
Sometimes, I look at life and I see is the darkness. My eyes only grasp the pain, the suffering, and the hardship. Sometimes I need that. Other times, when I look at life, I see the light, the happiness, the joy, the friendship, and the love. I see the breeze floating through the sky. I see the flowers blooming and bees running through the air. I see the clouds twisting and turning, and creating shapes that I can see only if I look hard enough. I see children shrieking with laughter and loving life to the highest of their capabilities. I see beauty. I really do.
When I see the beauty, I try to preserve it. Contain it. Beauty doesn’t work that way. We must spread it, share it, and pass it on so everyone can experience it. This is why I started to blog. I want to share the beauty from my life.