changing the little things...
Imagination is a massive part of life. Without imagination life is boring. For me, when I see something my mind goes crazy. Thoughts, ideas and sometimes just random stories. This blog is where I can share my thoughts and ideas on the little things in life and make them something new.
“You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.” ― Mark Twain
“You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.” ― Mark Twain
the chirp.
Birds. To be completely honest, I have never really liked birds. Disliked them even. Strongly disliked. Noisy, messy, feathery, destructive, less than intelligent, and just plain disgusting. Definitely not my thing.
I used to have about 7 massive trees outside my bedroom window. They weren’t fancy trees; just trees. These trees just happened to be the perfect place for too many birds. From the moment the sun lit up even the smallest part of the sky, when just a shade of orange swept across the dark sky, they would start chirping. No, not a cute little chirp, like in cartoons. This was an annoying and loud chirp. No tune. They all sounded the same. I would wake to 50+ birds chirping away. I tried pillows over my head, making more noise, burring myself in my bed cover – nothing could stop the chirp.
It’s hard to change your attitude towards something that is so constantly annoying, but there is something to admire about these birds. From the moment they even sense light, one would chirp, then another, then all of them together. That moment, each morning, from when the sun would merely peep over the horizon, they gave it their all. Not wimpy little chirps; full blasting songs. To me, the chirps don’t sound anything like a song, but I like to think that they are almost telling a story. Telling a story of all the amazing things that had happened to them and turning that story into a song of thanks. It only took one bird, one note, one grateful attitude and one chirp to unleash a choir of thanks. A single attitude of gratitude can change a generation of take take take to a generation of thanks thanks thanks.
A bird has an incredibly simple life. Birds don’t plan, or stress, or worry about what they’ll have for dinner. What happens, happens. Didn’t have a good day? There’s always tomorrow. No matter what happened during the day, they always had a song of thanks to sing. Despite their simple ways, they gave it their all. Not just for a minute, or and hour. No, they gave it their all throughout the entire day.
There is something natural and attractive about the song. Something that you just can’t help but join in with. I grantee that every bird in those trees was singing its heart out. When one started, the rest couldn’t help but be thankful for all they have as well. Nothing can stop the chirp when it is at it's max.
When you listen closely, not even one bird sounds exactly the same as another. Each has its own story to tell, its own thanks to give, and its own chirp to chirp.
I used to have about 7 massive trees outside my bedroom window. They weren’t fancy trees; just trees. These trees just happened to be the perfect place for too many birds. From the moment the sun lit up even the smallest part of the sky, when just a shade of orange swept across the dark sky, they would start chirping. No, not a cute little chirp, like in cartoons. This was an annoying and loud chirp. No tune. They all sounded the same. I would wake to 50+ birds chirping away. I tried pillows over my head, making more noise, burring myself in my bed cover – nothing could stop the chirp.
It’s hard to change your attitude towards something that is so constantly annoying, but there is something to admire about these birds. From the moment they even sense light, one would chirp, then another, then all of them together. That moment, each morning, from when the sun would merely peep over the horizon, they gave it their all. Not wimpy little chirps; full blasting songs. To me, the chirps don’t sound anything like a song, but I like to think that they are almost telling a story. Telling a story of all the amazing things that had happened to them and turning that story into a song of thanks. It only took one bird, one note, one grateful attitude and one chirp to unleash a choir of thanks. A single attitude of gratitude can change a generation of take take take to a generation of thanks thanks thanks.
A bird has an incredibly simple life. Birds don’t plan, or stress, or worry about what they’ll have for dinner. What happens, happens. Didn’t have a good day? There’s always tomorrow. No matter what happened during the day, they always had a song of thanks to sing. Despite their simple ways, they gave it their all. Not just for a minute, or and hour. No, they gave it their all throughout the entire day.
There is something natural and attractive about the song. Something that you just can’t help but join in with. I grantee that every bird in those trees was singing its heart out. When one started, the rest couldn’t help but be thankful for all they have as well. Nothing can stop the chirp when it is at it's max.
When you listen closely, not even one bird sounds exactly the same as another. Each has its own story to tell, its own thanks to give, and its own chirp to chirp.