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Nourish every day what grows there, so that they can bloom and keep your forever hopeful and happy!
Bad experiences shouldn’t kill our dreams, but make us aim even higher, as we become wiser. If that won’t happen, we’ll be living in a continuous cold winter…
photo by mark1960
photo by Michael Pettingill
Crete Senesi 2010
photo by ilpavone2005
Japan with small HDR and More
photo by Jay1pl
Swans – HDR
photo by AfroAfrican
And all the trees are green
And every goose a swan,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse,
And round the world away:
Young blood must have its course,
And every dog his day.
Miner Bee HDR
photo by dalantech
photo by Nightwing67
Red Rose HDR
photo by ilpavone2004
– Dale Carnegie
Land of Dreams HDR
photo by ISIK5
photo by Green-Des
photo by ilpavone2004
– Morihei Ueshiba
photo by iViewfinder
Royal Crown HDR
photo by ilpavone2004
Orca – HDR
photo by AfroAfrican
photo by rHytHm123
HDR Infrared Shot
photo by The-Rover
photo by JoLoLog
Sweetness And Light
photo by DennisChunga
photo by Kandace Heimer
photo by DennisChunga
Well if you ask me, then yes, I would say that there are people who have perfect lives. And not because they live in a continuous happiness, or because they were born rich and healthy and are popular.
Most of us think of happiness in terms of needs: the need for food, for shelter, for a partner to share the biological needs with, for support, social life, fame – on a smaller or on a larger scale, and some self esteem. Doesn’t that sound like a perfect life… to have all those? Is there anything one could ask more for? Sure, we would add: love, kindness, friendships, inner peace… And still, is that all we need to be happy? No, this is perfection…
What is life? Stupid question, ones might say. Well life is a fact. That’s it, you wake up one morning and your brain is developed enough to acknowledge that you are alive. And when that moment comes, you start worrying, you’re not a baby or a child anymore, to let others take care of your life and guide you; and that’s how real life starts, you feel responsible for what’s happening to your body, for how others feel about you, for your grades in school, for the deadlines at your job and for what your parents and friends might say if you stop following the unwritten guidelines of this journey. Day by day, you feel life.
Now let’s see. A perfect life is a life without worries. But there isn’t such a thing, is it? To have a perfect life would mean that you were not actually acknowledging the fact that you are living, you’d act like a plant: here comes the sun, let’s produce some chlorophyll so we can “eat”, wait for the rain, and get numb when the sun goes down.
But I was so convinced that there is a perfect life! So how should it be then? I’m thinking of “being satisfied with what you have would make you happy and live a perfect life”, but that’s just silly, as so many people are homeless and starve to death around the world. On the other hand, thinking that “you should always aim for more, never rest from chasing your dreams, so you can reach happiness and self satisfaction, never ever give up” might lead to a happy life in terms of being a strong ambitious person. But that’s also wrong, because people tend to have crazy aspirations, convinced that those would make them have a perfect life and they end up at that point where they can only see the past and the present, being so old and tired that the future means nothing to them, they live from memories and get to think “how I wasted my life, how stupid was I!”
About two years ago I went to a zoo and I was cheerful to see more than my natural environment could provide. The attraction of the season was a baby gorilla, recently captured and put in its new “home”. It lived in a huge cage, with plenty of food and water and green stuff, obviously put there to make it believe it was in its “dream house”. But it looked so depressed… tourists would try to take pictures and poke the glass to draw its attention, but the big brown eyes were wet and sad… So I thought that nothing would ever make that poor soul enjoy life again, that’s not perfect at all for it…
This year I got the chance of visiting again that zoo. On the way out, I remembered the baby gorilla I was telling you about and with a bit of nervousness I went checking what has happened to it. I was surprised to see a huge black creature, jumping around and literally making faces at the cheerful crowd. It couldn’t have been it… So I had to ask. It was that baby gorilla.
So I got to think about it… How come it was happy? Is adaptation what it takes to get a happy life? Well the only conclusion I got was that you don’t need to hold on insanely to things in the past… Sure, sometimes it is very hard. Letting go of your dreams might be close to impossible, but it is worth it, to hang on and stay sad? So I’m figuring that a perfect happy life is achieved when one is strong enough to accept reality, but also keep faith and follow the dreams which come close to what they have always wanted… I think that perfect life results from harmony.
Feeling like the master of the world, I packed my bags and headed to the ocean. It was going to be a long way and a lot of lazy days were showing ahead. Enjoying the water, the nature, relaxing and enjoying life. It seemed that I forgot how to.
Even if it was mid summer, the breeze cooled my face and made me stay on the deck for hours, staring at the seagles and the immensity of water…I was going far away, to see the beauties and wonders of the world. What I didn’t know was the fact that this trip would change my whole view over life…
Armed with touristic maps and guides, I tried to find out as much as possible about the exotic places I was going to get to. Clear blue waters, souveniers, wonderful animals and people with such different occupations from what I was used to! And I was going to see all that!
Feeling enthusiastic like a child, after the sun tanned my face for so many days, I was told that we only have one more day left on the water. I felt a little disappointed because I didn’t see the whales swimming, as they promised, but I was still hoping for dolphins. And they didn’t fail me! Being the last day on the ship, I decided to wake up early and takes pictures of the sunrise. Boy, what spectacular framed memories will these make in my office!
I was getting a bit chilly when something popping out of the water made me forget about it. It was indeed a dolphin! No, wait, there are more! And there is a little one! Must be a baby. I was over my head with joy, trying to take pictures as they swam along with the ship, jumping out of the water and playing. Very curious, I was following the baby’s moves and I saw him approach a floating…thing. It started playing with it, throwing the object in the air and making circles around it, after it landed on the water again. But the trick only lasted for a few seconds, because when the object hit the water for the third time, a black substance spread from it, on the tiny dolphin’s head. Then I heard a squeeking sound and junior was gone into the deep. All the other followed in a rush. “They act like humans”, I said to myself, disappointed that my show had ended.
Alone in the cold morning breeze, I completely forgot about my sunset…maybe because this morning the sun never showed. I was busy admiring the dolphins and didn’t see the clouds on the sky. And I was so busy that I didn’t notice that there were more floating objects on the water’s surface…They were mostly plastic bags and can with industrial oil.
Outraged at the people, myself and the whole world, I demanded to see the captain or someone who could answer my question. The money I had paid for this trip proved that even the captain is an ordinary man…I was promised whales! Where were they? The agency said that in so many weeks spent on the ocean, you can see whales almost every two days or so…
But the agency doesn’t know or care, explained the captain. For a moment I thought that he was amused, but then I saw a sad look on his face. The whales disappeared for about 2 years now, since the number of harbours increased and since the rich people decided that they want to become more rich, installing huge iron cranes and mechanisms on fake platforms in the ocean, for getting all the oil…Even the dolphins are seen more rarely and often the natives find dead animals on the shore…It was even in a local newspaper that a fisherman found a dead dolphin with a plastic bag on its head and some algaes, which were assumed to gotten it stuck there…But of course that it never crossed the borders of the small island, as the newspaper was bought by a rich white man, and then dissolved.
I had nothing more to say…I couldn’t say anything more. Each passenger received as souvenier a shark tooth. I didn’t want mine. I could only spend a few days on my exotic dream island, as the stories that I heard every day only ruined my vacation. Some were told, some were seen…The commerce with everything that can be found alive in the ocean was flourishing and all the excited tourists paid great deals of money for them. But I only had one word in my head…POLLUTION.
Why can’t people see what they are destroying? The waters, the animals, the plants, the life…their lives! Maybe not theirs yet, but what about their children and grandchildren? Why are they so greedy and stupid? Why do they do harm to what keeps us alive? The water…the Earth.
So my trip brought only sadness and frustration of being able to do nothing about it…The modern newspapers talk about it, the factories recieve fines, we invented a Green Day for Earth and we like to debate it for ever, but we don’t actually do something…So instead of filling my office with beautiful clear ocean pictures, I framed the following: