A walk to realization

I was walking. I looked around. I felt the cool wind touched my cheeks, the cool wind that blew my wavy hair. My eyes roamed and saw the well-trimmed grasses. I smelled the aroma of the newly cut leaves. It was soothing and relaxing. I extended my arms, closed my eyes and drew a full yawn. As I open my eyes, I marvelled at the gorgeous appeal of nature to me that day. The feeling was strange but it was good. I looked up the sky and thanked. I thank for every organism my eyes could glance at, for everything that exist.

I continued walking along the corridor in front of the lined up classrooms, facing the grass field. I touched the walls of the classroom as I pass by. The coolness of the walls penetrated my hand and soon after reached my elbows. I felt nature has given me, us, the very best. I perceived everything was carefully and lovingly prepared just for me, for me to enjoy and to reflect on. I suddenly I uttered, “Life is indeed beautiful beyond reasonable doubts”

I continued walking, everything I see, I praised truly and sincerely. I admired everything. I didn’t notice I was heading to the lady’s comfort room. I was feeling well but something’s pulling me to get in. I walked in the comfort room. Few steps from the doorway, I heard the drippings of the water from a half closed faucet. I can’t explain why those drops of water seemed to have rhythm in my psyche. ‘tadada dada da..’ was my sudden utterance. I noticed the huge mirror on my right. I turned and saw my reflection. I studied every detail of my being, from my eyelashes, my neck, and my hips down to my waist.

I stepped closer to the mirror to see my image clearer. I stared at my eyes. My eyeballs are big. They’re round and black with dark blue lining. I made few steps backward and noticed that my eyes look like those of an Indian. I smiled. I again stepped forward closer to the reflector. I suddenly noticed the red orange spots on my face, dark spots on my neck and arms because of my allergies. I then frowned for the thoughts that crossed my mind. I was never beautiful. My colour seemed to defy all the beauty I have. I took a look outside. I saw the beautiful views, beautiful colours of nature. I then sound a rich chuckle thinking that life is fair. I may be not beautiful, yet at least, I have lived in a beautiful place. “Isn’t thriving in a pretty place magnify my NOT-SO-BEING-BEAUTIFUL?” I guess no. It’s what I interpret as FAIRNESS.
But honestly,I’m not contented with that kind of “fairness”...

I can see other things as gorgeous creations why can’t I see myself like that???

I then faced the mirror back. I looked at my entire being.
Spots?..So what?
Dark skin?...So what?


I am beautiful in my own simple being...^^,