There is a painting on a distant wall..
I stare at it long enough and then wonder what details the artist has tried to capture in it.
I go closer to appreciate those details..closer...more closer...
and then there comes a point where everything appears a blur.
but the dreamer in me, who is much too intrigued by then, ignores the haze and keeps going closer trying to build up the clarity believing what she perhaps 'wants' to believe.
until slowly and surely, i start seeing a pattern in the blur...a pattern so beautiful that even the artist cannot have had imagined...a pattern which probably is not even meant to exist.
Dazzled by my own imagination, i continue staring at it, appreciating its beauty more with my heart than with my eyes...until..someone standing at a distance comes up to me and sniggers.
That is when i get angry, irritated...how dare he ridicule me---he who is too blind to see this beautiful pattern!
It is only when i am held by the hand and taken back to where i once stood, that i manage to understand the truth of the situation.
It is only eons of reflective contemplation later, that i realise that viewing the picture from a distance always helps see a clearer image...the picture as it actually is...that perhaps the painting isn't as rosy afterall...
...and that probably it never was!!
Sometimes i forget to keep the distance--atleast until life in its own little weird way, reminds me of it..
and I guess im thankful.....for these careful reminders & timely realisations!!