My thoughts are kind of all over the place today with things that I’ve recently said to myself “I should blog about that.”
A couple weeks ago I was headed to Walmart on Rt 38 in Cherry Hill. This is a crappy Walmart (is there such thing as a good Walmart?) but it’s the one that’s closest to the house. As you pull into this Walmart there is a large plot of undeveloped land that is usually covered in weeds. I always complain about how they ‘could atleast attempt to make it look nice by mowing the damn thing’. I digress…
Anyway, this time there was an old beat up station wagon pulled off to the side and an older eccentric looking woman was making her way around the field. She was holding something in her hand. As I got closer to her I realized she was holding a bouquet of flowers. Thick green stems with large white blooms… She was hunting through this mess of weeds gathering wildflowers.
I am sad to say that at first I mocked her in my head… What a weirdo I thought. Then I stopped for a moment and thought about how different I was from her. Then it hit me. I pass this plot of weeds every week and every week I bitch about them and I think about what an eyesore it is. This woman drove by it and instead of seeing just an eyesore.. she saw beauty. She saw these white polka-dots of wildflowers that most people probably completely overlook.
I used to be the kind of person who would have seen the pretty polka-dots.. and maybe even have stopped for them. Somehow I have lost that over the years. I hope that in recognizing what I’ve lost.. I can try to find it again.
Sometimes we have to stop and really take a look at all the beauty in the world, for what one person sees, we see as something else.
ReplyDeleteHopefully, you can gain that wonder again.
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