The first thing that catches my eye when I look outside my window is the lawn just outside my room. Looking at it on a sunny day I get overwhelmed by the graceful and sober sun that shines on us everyday, no excuses given. On a cloudy day, the lush green leaves otherwise, look pale and dull and them bending downwards remind me of the melancholic times I have had in my life.
And then during/after a downpour, the view gets more significant.There is an indifferent contrast in the atmosphere. The leaves getting washed away remind me of the changes I have been through and of the ones that are yet to come. The exquisite petrichor feels like no other.
On a similar note, recently this thought struck me on why I get the urge to look out of the window. After series of linked random thoughts, I realized that it was when I had thought much about something and words did not do justice to what I was thinking. When the conscious is exhausted, I look out of the window to let my unconscious do the work, seeking for an answer to the mysteries I have been dwelling with.
On looking outside, I notice people moving constantly, caught up in their tight work ethics. They have so much on their plates that they don't know who they are except their physical selves. I am forced to convince myself to believe that they are not at all aware of their existence.
The lawn also reminds me of the bountiful amount of time I have enjoyed playing football on it. It instantaneously triggers a movie in my head, a plot in which the virile "me" am playing football while the other "Me" is watching "myself" play, and all of this being watched by a third me standing beside the lawn with the hands in my pocket. (:s ?)
I also came to realize that I usually Reflect on my life as I look out of the window, much like the thoughts that arise while looking out of a window when one has got a comfortable window seats while traveling on a bus or a train.It is similar to the feel of emptiness when you stick your head out of the window and try not to close the eyes while the wind blows on your face at great pace. I try not to close my eyes no matter how fast the wind is blowing on my face, much
I reflect on my accomplishments and think about accepting things as they are while constantly striving for better, unlike the conservatory approach of running away from reality and wasting time.
I usually see the whole looking out of the window thing as a "me" looking at the world from an isloated place outside it as a "nobody".
That exactly is how i feel when i look out of the window.
