Out in the world today, I happened to notice the rain splashing on my windshield. I love watching as the drops crash into each other, leaving nothing in their place. Quickly though, another drop storms down, snatching up the emptiness so eagerly. Is the rain itself hungry? constantly jostling each other for position, coming in with almost a blind fury. Not so much a care in the world, no thought process, or order of operations. Just beautiful, violent randomness that only the forces of nature can have.
Imagery is powerful. I could spend an eternity going over one small, seemingly insignificant raindrop. Every time I look at it, I can see something new, something different that I hadn’t noticed before. That is, at it’s heart, how we should all appreciate the world around us. Stop and smell the roses. Stop and stare at them. Stop and think about everything that rose has to offer. Only then can you truly appreciate the rose for what it is. As they say, a rose would smell as sweet by any other name. The individuality though, cannot be replicated. Each glistening petal, slightly different from the last, showing us that the randomness of this world, might just have some order to it after all.