I don’t see the world as you see it. I have two perspectives. I have my:

Blurry Perspective-I take off my glasses and the world becomes a blur of just colors and shapes. Not really knowing where exactly you’re going, just knowing that you’re going to this giant multi-colored shape that turns out to be a house.

Appreciative Perspective-Put my glasses back on and the world becomes a whole new land that I have never experienced. Crisp images like those you see in photography magazines. The trees actually have different shapes and contours etched within them. The grass isn’t just a child’s drawing of crayon strokes. Instead the grass is many different sizes and shape that make up blades of grass.

The only thing that remains the same, glasses on or glasses off, is the sky. One vast open area of brilliant blues and mixtures of different purples, oranges, and reds as the sun sets and different shades of blues as the sun makes its morning appearance.

At least one thing in life can remain constant. Whether my perspective changes or stays the same.

I don’t take the earth for granted. Every thing on it is special. I can lay in the grass all day. I don’t care if I get bitten by ants. I’ll let them bite. After all, I’m intruding on their land. I just allow myself to relax to a state where I feel no pain. It is just me, the land, the sky, mixed together in a comforting embrace. One no lover, friend, or family member can hold me in.

It is my own special connection with the earth. The world I have been living in my whole life. The world I will one day depart and never walk amongst again.

So while I am here, I will embrace the aroma of the freshly blooming flowers on a cool spring morning, skip along in the crisp color-changing leaves on a beautiful afternoon in autumn, swim with the ocean animals on a hot summers day, and lay down in the snow, staring up at the sky, held in my special embrace, during a cold winter’s noon.

Just so when I look at the earth from high above the clouds, I can remember, and be brought back to those moments, when I laid down, and the earth put its arms around me and gave me a living, breathing, photograph, every day.