A new perspective of life.

Today I got affected by something that could surprise you. To me, this incident has changed my perspective and the way I see my life. Today I was outside in my backyard and I spotted something brown and yellow on one of my chairs. To my surprise, it was a moth. I looked at it closely and saw that both of its wings were ripped and cripple. Me being me I pulled out my phone to find ways to "fix" and"repair" moths wings. Unfortunately, there was nothing to do but show it a little kindness. I wasn't going to give up there so I asked my father and he told me the same thing. I remember having cared for butterflies before (i once found butterfly eggs so I raised them and let them go) so I took some sugar and water and put it aside for it. A few seconds later it drank a little of the water there. With whatever its strength it had it started to crawl toward me. I could see that it was trying to open its wings but it kept crawling toward me until it placed its proboscis (its mouth that is a little string) on my finger. It looked at me and spread its wings and slowly curled up and...died. I gently placed it on a piece of paper and carried it to the grass as i paid my respects. This may just be a small tiny moth but this taught me something that I had never bothered to think of. Moths only live for 5 weeks. To them, this is a long time but to us this is nothing. My point is that life is so short. (think I'm wrong? bowhead whales live up to 200 years old, Greenland sharks live up to  272 years old, Tuatara a type of lizard lives up to 100-200 years old, koi live up to 200 years old) So many of us only care about marks, grades, what people think of us as well as video games. We never take the time to enjoy life the way it is. We forget to be thankful for all the things we have. The moth must have been thankful for being able to fly and not get eaten. He or she must have been thankful for being able to live a full lifespan peacefully. This moth teaches us to be thankful for our lives and to accept our ending time to continue to our next stages of life. Let this moth remind you to not be distracted by things in life but to enjoy every one of it because life is short and the best we can do is enjoy it.
(PS I did cry)
Thanks for reading.

Threw life's eyes. Ch-1 A reflection of a mirror

"Become not a mirror but a river of your own."

Threw out life one usually develops his or her own likes or interests of their own, giving them all the right to claim that as ones favorite, activity, thing, etc. It is what makes a person "defined" when he or she follows a path of their own. Now do mind me that I will be using the word "In life" so...
Anyways as I was saying in life there are many channels as well as changes that one must face. Many of you're kind do not see this as an "Obstacle " but if overdone this can have an effect. Humans are the kind of species that want to feel welcomed and loved but most of all accepted into what some may call a "home" or "family". That's good, isn't it? That bubbly yet soothing feeling deep down in your heart that forms. Amiable right? Wrong. Let me put it this way; You enjoy reading and loathe sports then there's this one boy you seem to be getting this strange attraction for, he asks you if you like "baseball" you hesitate at first but after remembering that he plays on the baseball team you swallow the bile down you're throat and respond with "yes". Was that really the right mistake? Let me point out that by doing this you are changing one's self just to be "accepted" by that "society".  You know what I find "ironic"? That humans are such a "cat's-paw" when it comes to achieving or making or even having friends of any kinds. Not to mention lovers too. Each of you is going to die one way or another, so you give up your precious time on earth, for this? To have a little feeling of glory and acceptance? This brings me to my point, that Individuals will rather so do anything to get people to accept them. What many of them do is they start changing themselves to be accepted by others who are nothing like them. Take this form me, my dear children there is no need for you to change. Be like an eternal river. Have you're own flaws like sharp rocks at the bottom of the river. Be a river that can show people reflection, pointing out the wrong and right they do but most importantly have elements of your own just as every river has fish of different kinds. Do not make your water murky to hide the beautiful fish and rocks you have. Take and allow the sun to shine right through and become the best river you can possibly be.

Through life's eyes

These aren't rules. They don't have to move a civilization. You don't have to follow them. Take this as simply a thought or just a different method or should I say "perspective" of life.

I come in many different kinds of forms. My name doesn't matter, though I am mostly seen as"Bliss". I am everywhere where there is joy or when people come together for different kinds of reasons.  You can worship me, you can hate me, but you will never break my essence.  I will forever freely roam threw out this galaxy. I will be there when my presence is a need. I will not hesitate to leave when you have taken me for granted. Don't bother looking for the author because she is nowhere close to earth. She is "up above" as she focuses on the good that a few of your species are doing. One more thing. I will be blunt in this as well as add my own humor as well. A humans life is nothing compared to all the other species I've seen and yet you still live your life miserably. Although how you live your life is something I cannot change but I can guide you. That is what I will be doing in this book.  This is the book's purpose as well as mine. To help and guide, to say beside one's true side.  

If love were rose (a poem)

If love were a flower
It probably be a rose
its graceful petals bloom
day by day
as the wind blows
It can be lovely
and it can be dark
on the stem of it
is deadly thorns
slowly cutting its foes
do you still pick love?
You have been warned
So does love really represent a rose?
Know one knows.




Hey, guys, I hope you enjoyed this one. I'm not even kidding when I say this but at 10:45 at night I suddenly got up and wrote this one down. I usually go to bed by 9:30-10:00 so I was past my bedtime. Anyways peace out people! See you later!

-Anushka

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A uncut coal with glasses named "Anushka" See threw Quartz Ch-2

See threw Quartz
Ch-2

I never knew so much about rocks but somehow I could relate to them so well. My little hobby started off as a child. I used to walk alongside the beaches in Dubi and find the most beautiful of stones. I saw so much beauty that I was overwhelmed to the point that I took my school head on thinking that everything would be all right. Strangely even though I was just a common coal the quartzes would still pick on me. I wasn’t surprised they were a stone that was see threw. My miners told me that the way they looked would usually represent the person, although they told me to always stick with my gut and never judge rock book by its shine. It would go on where they would make fun of me for not being as polished and perfect as they were. Instead of trying to shatter or break them I kept my head down low and let the years go by one by one.

An uncut coal with glasses named “Anushka”

                                  An uncut rock with glasses named
                                                 “Anushka”

Oh intros, have I ever told you how much I hate yet love them? It’s like when you start off and you’re like what am I gonna say? or what am I gonna do and then halfway in between you think to your self will readers like this? Will they like me? Will they put down this book? So let’s start off fresh. I am a rock. A rock that hasn’t been cut and used to its full potential. I’ve just been dug out of the ground so I don’t have much experience on being “myself”, well at least not. Although by miners…who love and care for me very much keep trying to make me perfect. There are days when they adore showing me off to the cruel stone cold world while other days they shake their heads in disgrace and hide me away. As I sit in the car I look at all the beautiful stones all around me, I see amethysts, rubies, quartz’s, garnets, periods, topazes, opals, emeralds, sapphires and so many other rocks on the rock farm. All of them where so uncut and they had so many scrapes on them I blended perfectly with them. So I thought. Who knew that I would be the only piece of coal there?