Wheatfield Under Thunderclouds
Vincent van Gogh, 1890.
I’ve always been a fan of focus, as it symbolizes personal commitment, resolve, perseverance. It doesn’t matter who or what the attention is on, it just exists. The only difference is the “why” as it varies – perhaps out of passion, out of morals, even out of peer pressure and expectations.
However, life doesn’t work the way we want it to, and there are distractions. Some may be described as disastrous, some life-changing, some mundane and / or inconvenient, and last but not least – there are some that are beautiful.
The beautiful, wondrous ones are hard to come by.
There is an immense difference between boredom and having that someone or something that captivate you. You feel some sort of comfort being led in, and is perfectly fine with engaging and integrating that distraction into your life, if not almost, completely.
I have a feeling that I’ve been enchanted by a beautiful distraction, and instead of feeling like I’ve usurped all of my control out of the blue, I’m deciding to let it go and flow wherever it takes me.
I have no idea where it takes me – perhaps it’s the calm before the storm, perhaps it’s that silver lining I’ve never expected to see. I’m delighted to see where time and where I, yes, myself, would take me.
No matter where I go, I’ll always remember that I have seen its beauty in between.