Windows

I was looking out the window on Sunday. I was looking out into the beautiful day that had come. Watching the breeze move through the trees and the clouds through the sky. Listening to the birds tuneing in their voices for another summer of early wake ups and the sound of the windchimes on the porch. I couldn't help but be appreciative of what I was seeing at the moment. Even through my crappy old windows. It was one of those moments when the world outside seemed peaceful and soothing. It made me consider the idea of how many windows I have viewed the world through. By windows I mean non-literal windows of course. Each window is different in what it shows and how things appear through it. Some are cloudy and some are streaked. Some are cracked and others are warped. Some are clear and some just seem to be clear. We all look through our own windows at the world and mine has been cloudy. (Man my windows are dirty.) For some time now I have been looking through a window with some apprehension of what is outside that I can not see. The things that I am unfamiliar with because of the limits of my view. It occured to me that I would be better off circumventing the window all together. Why do we sit and look through a distorted view of the world. Basing our views on what we can or have viewed, as if that is all their was to view. This is not a new idea to most people I would assume. In fact it was not a new idea to me either, but at that moment it seemed fresh. Did I go outside? Nope, I took in my view and went back to what I was doing. Again, touching on the reality of what many people like me do. But I will go outside. One day soon.