Propaganda?

As I sit alone, I contemplate the thorns on a rose, the beauty of a snow flake, and the longing of the desert sand to feel the gentle caress of a rain drop. There are words to express the beauty of nature and the complexity of the wants, I cannot find those words right now.

Time exists for all things, but I have heard that what we consider a day could be mere seconds to someone or something else. Time is relative to your age. The common truth is that as you age, time seems to go by faster. It seems to me that the more I think, the faster time goes. From that it could be inferred that as we age we think about more.

Pause, and take a moment to feel. Feel your hands, focus on your fingertips and feel what they feel. Don't answer with, 'they feel nothing right now' because even that 'nothingness' is a feeling. Bask in the moment. Take a second, next time you see a rose and really look at the thorns. Notice how the base of the thorns are tall yet very narrow, how they are perfectly designed to pierce the skin, or the skin of a predator. Roses are not meant to be picked, hence the thorns. Yet, we cannot seem to leave them alone. Humans cannot leave well enough alone. They never have been able to. If we see something that we think is beautiful we must pick it, rob it of it's livelihood and keep it until it dies. The beauty of a rose, so much that we have duplicated it with glass, plastic, metal, and any other material we find possible. But then a rose is tangible. We have not, for instance, been able to duplicate pure joy. Like what a child feels when he wakes up Christmas morning to find that Santa has delivered countless gifts for him/her. That amount of joy can only be found by experience. Does it make you sad then, that there are millions of children world-wide that have never experienced that amount of joy? Consider the third-world countries, what is pure joy to a child who has never known the joy of Christmas morning? It is relative to what you have become accustom to. For the child of a mother who loves him, pure joy may just be the longing embrace when he returns from play time with friends. Or having a meal that fills his little stomach, when all he knows is hunger.

I sound like a 'Help the Children' commercial. But the point I'm getting to is that people often take for granted many things. Once we become accustom to having 3 meals per day with 2 or 3 snacks and our choice of 3 different kinds of Mountain Dew, it is very difficult not to take it for granted. How often have you taken for granted that you can drive? When you get into your vehicle and take a drive to work or to the park or whatever, wherever, how often do you think, "I am so glad I'm not walking!"? Or when you go to the grocery store, how often do you think, "I am thankful that I have the money to provide food for myself (or my family)"? Even though you may not have enough to buy the expensive t-bone that you really want, or the baby back ribs that are making your mouth salivate. I have no profoundness abounding to close this portion of my post, so I'm leaving well enough alone.

On other notes tho... I am starting to realize that there are so many things in life that we all take for granted. If it is possible to change that, I know not how.