The human heart is so fickle. We love, we hate, we have bosom buddies, "acquaintances" we call friends to the face but who we toss aside in anything other than a life and death instance. Or to save face at a party we'll pay them some empty lip service.
I wish I could befriend so many people. I don't have enough time to be with my family or partner in life, much less time to make and deepen friendships. It very much saddens my soul to know I'm missing out on deeper relationships with people. School, work, homework, housework... How boring. How utterly boring. Those who see the beauty in the everyday boring tasks are a very special breed of human.
When I see an everyday beauty, it tends to be something not of human origin. A bright blue bird on a snowy branch, a sweet almost-hidden nook with a bench surrounded by cherry blossom trees in full bloom... If I could choose a superpower, it would be to find satisfaction in a day full of school, work, homework and dishes in my way-too-small-sink.
A teeny tiny toddler girl in a white summer dress smiling and humming to herself, swingin' on a swing with her imaginary friend. Beauty of human origin.
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