Neglection

It is hard not being a neglector, we do this unconsciously most of the time to things that could do us well internally and externally. While It is an ugly truth, I believe that there is one part of the neglection process that seems to own a great impact. The realization of overcoming being a neglector. Overcoming the side that scorns small yet enormous details, desires, and figures is a wishful bliss. It is great to look at something twice, as you seek something you never thought of finding, occupying you with a dawning realm. These days, I stopped being a neglector towards something that is so far above the rest of the world, lonely it floats over our landscapes. Clouds.

It astonishes me how clouds are neglected as visual beauty, especially at night (yes they do appear clearly and heavily on December nights a lot) . It bothers me how they’re infamous for resembling a gloomy thickness that only blocks the shining sun, rather than their central depth which essences purity. The outcasted beauty to me passes by quietly in a calm manner, as if it tells me to embody it. The appearance of clouds has always brought me joy, as I know that they’ll add colors to my sunset or refresh my grounds with rain.

I believe there is an instinct in me that avoids what is slow, quiet, and dark because they are not dear to my inner self - they somehow taint what I have left of joyful sights. Indeed, clouds are not my dearest however it’s definitely a figure that I’ll always look up to. This is due to my instinct of admiring beauty, which to this day I can’t clearly define, but all I do is just trust myself with choosing what to dear.

Remember, clouds have always had important things to teach us about time. You will capture their sight in slow motion and realize that it consumed a lot of your time just to witness one single cloud move from one side to another- but isn't this all that is about? To be immersed in any kind of beauty, you must be prepared for a time-consuming experience that feels like a feather tied to a rock falling so fast, a light-hearted weight embodied in the heaviest form. It truly comes slowly and ends quickly. Mentally, a great year or two in your life could be regarded in less than a minute. So, at this point? time doesn't really mean anything, If you could just live within what is right there, regardless of whether it is associated with the bad or good,

then you truly win.

Written by Nada