The Beauty of Life

I was mesmerized at the beauty that stood before me. An array of colours stroked the horizon. A streak of red, yellow and orange danced around the pale glow of the moon that was slowly fading away. It was like the painter had meticulously stroked perfection. The silver linings of the clouds glimmering away, the sun slowly rising, casting its light over the darkness that covered the world a few hours ago.

A few birds flew down towards the ocean and gulped up water to the full capacity that their beaks could hold. Flowers blossoming nearby in hues of lilac and morning blue.  I could smell the sweet fragrance of the rose bushes nearby and I slowly walked towards it. My hands hovered over them until I was satisfied with my decision and had plucked the one that had won my heart over. As I caressed it gently, a thorn pierced through my soft, cold flesh and droplets of blood trickled down my hand.

Within seconds the clouds opened and the rain took full control of the land. I ran to take cover, and I found myself arching in-between a crevice between the wall and the rocks sheltering myself from the rain. A few millimeters from where I stood lay 6 white eggs and to my amazement their journey was starting now, the first egg cracked open, then the second, then the next until 6 tiny little turtles slowly made their way to the sea. They stumbled upon the broken eggshells and I quickly went to their aid. I moved everything out of the way and laid a course for them straight to the sea.

I looked at my finger, the rain had washed away the blood, it was in that moment a symbol of hope stood before me and I knew it was time for new beginnings. We all get hurt at some point in our lives and most of us think that we will never be able to recover but in time we learn to heal or rather we learn to cope with our loss and in the end it’s the best thing that we do for ourselves. Stay strong, stay positive and most importantly, stay happy.