Today on my way home from school, my lack of concentration caused me to miss my bus stop. The typical dreaded thought of the fact my walk home would be twice as long because of my foolish mistake flooded my mind. In all honesty, I can't say I was even the least bit thrilled about the thought of having to be walking home in the melancholic excuse for april weather we had today. As I made my way past the main road's traffic and into the side streets of suburbia, a realization hit me. I can't quite be sure if it was an accident of nature or one of faith, but despite the buckets of water drenching my hair and clothes, the rain put me in a serene state of peace with the world. Rain drops are the marionettes of God; they wash away the illusion we build ourselves up to be with the paint of want, fear, regret. Maybe if we took more time to take in the moment, the past would fade away into vivid nothingness - a distant echo. If we're always living in the cobwebbed memories of the past, the true beauty of life will forever be masked from our eyes.
Always feel, for not everything can be seen or heard.
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