World's Library

I enjoy my sleep,

Some of you may really love your sleep, that you want to stay in bed til the very last second before you have to force yourself, to do a small stretch, yawn with your mouths open as ever and ever so slowly lift the blanket off your body and gently swing your legs over the side of the bed and hope that your feet are to touch the floor of some sort.
After you finally get up from your warm comforting bed you may call a second home; and go to work, catch up with friends for a movie, go for a walk with the dog, cook breakfast for the kids and pack their lunches. Whatever it is you may find yourself doing, you will always see something interesting, something big or small, there is always something or some things you may witness, overhear, commit. You get up in the morning and do your regular thing, you walk the dog and on your walk you see a bird fly past your early morning head and gently land on the branch of a tree, doing what it does, your dog sees another dog across the road and begins to bark at it trying to get it's attention; doing what it usually does. And of course sometimes you see the big things like a car accident, or hear a couple screaming at one another throwing unusual objects at one another, and for a moment you never knew how their expensive marble lamp got stuck in a rose bush lining the fence. And you never knew this sort of story was going on between those two, in the house right next to your own, after living there for many years.
My point is that everyday, everywhere you go there is something happening, sometimes even something so small that you never realize it. However, if you go somewhere after thinking about all of this, you'll see that you slowly begin to notice things, things that you would never have noticed, but that has always been there. Eventually you will begin to see the most smallest fragments of details in things and you discover a whole new story inside things. Such as late at night you walk the streets of your town and you notice all of the lights reaping out of the windows of the many different homes in the area. You take a look inside and you'll notice how in each window you look, everyone is doing something. Something different. One house may be a nice small family on the couch watching a movie on a Friday night, or in another window you may see an old man sitting alone on his old rugged couch with a small table of food in front of him, and along beside him is what looks to be an old photograph with the figure of a woman staring right at him. I am not trying to just say that every house has a different person in it, we know that. What I am truly trying to say is that inside every window is a story. A story only those people or that person truly knows about. The things each person has seen, heard experienced in their lives up until now, everyone has a background that we do not know about. The old man eating on his own with a photograph of a woman next to him; could tell a fabulous story about how they were once together and happy, but then for some unfortunate reason, their bond was broken. Whether she passed or not is beyond my understanding, but there is a story there.
This is what I mean when I say you begin to see things in detail, and you begin to see the smallest of things and notice many others that take place right around you.
Lately, I've been taking small pictures of objects that may or may not have a story to them. For example; an old guitar in an antique shop. It sits there on the window sill, facing out into the rest of the world, but lies with it is the story that may be behind it. How many owners did it have, what kind of music was played on it, and what went on around the people's lives that owned this beautiful object.
A simple mug of tea, it's been used over and over again by one or more people, the mug they use every morning and evening when they return from a long day at work perhaps, may have been a gift from a special person.
There is so much to see each day in our lives, everywhere we look. It's just that if you look hard enough, you can see some of the most beautifulest things this world has to offer. I don't like to miss it, which is why I do enjoy sleeping in but not all of the time. Every minute that I sleep, somewhere in this world, there is so much going on around me I can't begin to list them.
The smallest things such as my morning cup of coffee, my guitar, my car, my notes, I treasure them and try to fill them with many stories and interesting things as I can. To one day look back on them and find myself, deep in thought.
When I started to think about all of these things, I was confused about it. I saw one thing one way and a day later saw the same thing from another view. It amazed me as to how quickly a view could change in our minds. But, with all of these new thoughts, I've learnt to appreciate all of the small things that take place, exist around us. I've learnt to see them, actually.
In referring to the photo's I take of many things, I like to relate it all in my head to the title of my previous blog "Images Behind Photographs". It somehow seems to work.

I like the smallest things in life;
the smile on people's faces, the laughter of the children, the two birds in the tree singing, the man and woman hand in hand at sundown at the beach, the smell opening a new can of coffee, the smell of rain in the morning, the sight of sky continuing forever, the sound of bubble wrap, the feeling of being around friends, the image of Polaroids sliding out of the camera, the smell of fresh air in the mountains, the sounds of the checkout counters at the local super market, the feeling of falling asleep, the concept of staring at artwork in exhibitions, the sound of the bus doors opening, the sound of opening a can of coke, the feeling of stretching in the morning, the fish swimming in the pond peacefully, the cat jumping on you to wake you up, the lights dimming in a movie theatre, the taste of chocolate, the sight of an old couple walking down the street holding hands, the smile on a father's face when he See's his first born child for the first time, the frowning look on a child's face when he can't get what he wants, the way I sit out on my porch with a cup of tea and my notes to write lyrics, under the sun, under the shady umbrella over my head listening to the wind rustle the trees surrounding me with my cat sitting next to me.

...and of course, many more...

However, I will leave the rest for you to think and realize what small things in everyday life you notice and enjoy.



We sing, we learn,
We work, we earn,

We hope, we pray,
We cope, we play,

We sleep, we think,
but not enough to blink,
So that we do not miss,
the many wonders of a single kiss,

We tire, we cry
We wonder, we die,

The many thoughts of many,
flow through the skies of any,
of those that seek,
but do not meet,
to accomplish the impossible,
and to acknowledge the possible,

Eventually we say,
many words to pray,
for the love and the glory,
of anything to tell a story. . .

-Mr.Y



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