A Thousand Beautiful Things

Every day I write the list

Of reasons why I still believe they do exist

(A thousand beautiful things)

And even though it's hard to see

The glass is full and not half empty

(A thousand beautiful things)



...The world was meant for you and me

To figure out our destiny

(A thousand beautiful things)

To live, to die, to breathe, to sleep

To try to make your life complete



- Annie Lennox, A Thousand Beautiful Things



Shush.



There's no reason why we have to be completely depressed when you only have to look around to see it. It is just there. In the cool breeze that touches you in a hundred different places even if you're cocooned in your room, caressing your arm, as if, it can't get enough of you. There, in the silver lining in dark clouds above, waiting to be noticed, amidst the heavy rain and the grayish sky. Comes the sunshine, you can feel it in your skin, how the warmth spread throughout your body. Imagine, the sun is thousands of miles away from us, yet touches us individually, in a very personal way.



Walk for a while, and you'll find it in a smile, passed between lovers, or friends, or two people who wants to be more than friends, but lovers not quite yet. It is also in the warmth generated by holding hands, as if one cannot let go of the other.



Hush, now, no need to cry.



Use your senses, and take care to see the details. It has been said the He's in the details and He is. He really is.



That bright green leaf holding on to his tiny branch, it does not want to give up and certainly not letting go. The tiny flower, of vibrant hues, looking pretty and she knows it too. The fudge ice cream, that makes you feel gooey inside, as it melts in your mouth. The city bird, so rare, visiting you one morning outside your window, chirping and singing his morning song, and it truly obliterate the ugly sounds of the metropolis.



Sometimes, it comes and goes. And you have to be quick and thank the heavens above that you managed to witness it, experience it and put it away as a beautiful memory.



Like rainbows, bed weather, day offs, unexpected vacation, birthday presents, Christmas greetings, Valentine cards, and flowers sent by friends and lovers. Ah, can you see it now? Feel it and hear it? Isn’t it wonderful?



When I look at you, it’s there. The twinkle in your eyes and your long eyelashes, covering your eyes as you shyly look down on your lap. The exquisite curve of your neck, the naughty curling of your lips, and that classic nose fit for sculpting. I love the smell of your underarms too. It smells fresh and not the least bit sweaty. I like seeing that smile, feels like sunshine really, spreading warmth all over me. And that body, in truth, an evidence of beauty. Each sinew of muscle, every bone, is beautiful. No need to look elsewhere, just you, in totality equals hundreds of lovely things present in this world.



And I’m just warming up.



Can you imagine how many lovers look at their partners the same way? That they are the loveliest thing they’ve ever seen in their life? Even with the big belly, the button nose, the eccentricities and the endearing quirks, the lover will swear that he or she is still divine.



So I'd better stop now. It will be wise of me to do so. For I cannot enumerate it all, list everything down. It will take a while. But I hope you get my meaning. That it’s just there, it’s everywhere around you. You only have to look, lift your blindfolds and hear it, feel it, and I swear you can almost taste it, even smell it. Sometimes, we know it’s there even if we don’t sense it. Just like God.



He’s just there.



A thousand beautiful things, just waiting for you.