Gesture Of Influence

Every night before closing the drapes, I ask myself the same question ,” How was the day?”. There being no one to ask that to me around, I guess it’s a ritual that I follow for myself, and the answer varies each day. Some nights, I lay awake figuring the answer, with the clock beeping every sixty minutes, telling me how much of time has passed and how less is remaining for me to live that very question of mine all over again.

Answering that question over and over again, I have realized how many influences surround me every day, that keep on flipping my answer with a new spice each day. So many small, and so few vivid aspects, crawl around , round the clock.

Faces, colours, structures, words, gestures, actions, expressions, and so many more factors weave my moods, my reactions, my thoughts, my decisions into me, with extensive, expansive, and a variety of patterns. A huge building which is  abandoned amidst of its construction that I pass each day, does secure some thought for itself in  my mind, an unknown woman, sitting on the bench, bearing a child within, glanced at me today, and that did leave an impression, a thought of itself within me. The list of messages left for me in my inbox, figures and news pouring out of the headings of a newspaper, the ruffle of the wind , that the traffic gushes at me , even the distant clouds, that dominate over me , all  leave their own spaces in the subconscious space that my mind reserves.

These, apart from the influences I choose to inflict willingly. However the effects of all these have always been positive, None of these influences have ever lead me into feeling worse than I already felt, or doing someone any bad which I had never even thought about before. Does this mean that everything that surrounds me wants nothing else but good to come out of it ,or does it imply that I am a very positive person indeed, anyone who knows me, would highly doubt that, and the list includes me.

I guess the only thing it implies is that everything results in order , if the way in which it is being perceived is true and correct. Not only the way in which it is looked upon, but also the reason, for which it is being looked into.

If u look at a rose a day before it withers, merely for the sake of its beauty, you wouldn’t be satisfied, but if you choose to  hold it in your hand and inhale the distinct fragrance of the soft petals, it would lead you to the pleasures that it still withholds.

The same goes for the people around you, the work you do, the body u live in , and the spirit that rules within.