Sunday, May 31, 2020
What would you notice...if you couldn't move
I can't remember what song I was listening to, or who the singer was, but it put me in a certain frame of mind, and I took this photo. I remember thinking that if I was bedridden and could not move, but I had a window, would I notice things with the same wonderment as when I am free to move around?
The reflection of the spring trees were in the window pane as the sun was setting on them, it was really vibrant.
But if I was incapacitated, unfree to move or even ask for someone to help me, would I see this sight and be grateful, and enjoy it, even for minutes, or would that be the complete end of any joy?
Do we reach a point in our life where silence and sleep are more appealing, or a long adventure to who knows where seems more understandable and the right thing to go towards?