Do you think fireworks are pretty? Overwhelming colors and twinkling in the night sky cadenced by a long series of deafening explosions? Why would that be alluring and stupefying?! Are we attracted by lights like bugs? are we thrilled over displays of immoderate grandeur?!
I've got nothing against fireworks, even as i recognize it's all going to smoke and dust, and it must be rather costly; some men put effort into mastering a precise ability about fireworks, i give credit to the will and motivation people can put into learning and doing something right.
But why in our actual days feeling that we can only be impressed and entertained by tremendous and over the top events, to brag about how humongous it was to our many acquaintances and few friends, why, why, why can't we be happy and feel empowerment by humbly exploring how that planet is made in its natural form, walking into woods, swimming in rivers, or simply stopping and deeply sense and feel the greatness of what is already, all around us.
(I think those kind of ponderings that i have all the time and that i sometimes spoke aloud to the people around me earned me the label of being a chronic annoying Killjoy, always over thinking and trying to roll over and look under the heaviest rocks, most people find their pleasure and fun in forgetting and absence of reasoning.
Definitely - Not - My - Case! Sorry.)
(This post goes with the post below : learn to experience simple things with the love in you and you won't need fireworks to be entertained and feel fullfilled.)
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