City lights

Nights are meant to be dark, yet it’s been years since I’ve looked outside the window and seen darkness. Something is always glowing; light is always stopping me from looking at the plain dark of the night. How I wish I could see the stars guide me instead of the streetlights. How I wish I could see fireflies glow through the field and not flood lights. Yet I don’t think this wish can ever come true anymore. Everywhere I go all I see are obstructions.

Some people think that these obstructions include true beauty as well. That these buildings are essentially part of our being now. They are where we spend our days, our nights. Some of us our entire lives. Yet there’s something wrong inside us when we don’t leave. The windows aren’t enough. The doors stop us from leaving. Yet they can’t stop us from missing what we think is outside. Yet we don’t know what is there outside, do we? Do we know what our life is like outside these buildings? A lot of us do, but not all of us. l do not know since I have never experienced it properly. On some level, it’s possible I choose not to.

If I were to take a step outside I wouldn’t be able to take the next one. The plants on my balcony don’t really compare or prepare me for nature in the outside world. Is there even nature left in the outside world? Or have we already destroyed all of it. A trek in the mountains was meant to get us a nice vie but we ended up finding the leftover trash of others. The beauty of the mountains in the distance is spoiled by the spillovers of the city. Our own senses are surprised by the change in smells, tastes, and views. We are still in disbelief as we see clear skies.

The lights of the city have blinded us from seeing the darkness of the night skies. No stars, and barely a moon is visible. I am not mad at the world for being this way, only mad at myself for seeing it in this way. Only If I could focus my eyes on the right things instead of those that distract me. Then possibly the city lights would act as a guide to the direction I’m supposed to go instead of only lighting the world that I cannot escape. What would it mean for the city lights to be turned off? What would it mean for the darkness of the night to light up my eyes?

Possibly nothing. It could make no difference at all to the life that I live currently and no difference at all to the lives we all live every day. Since the same scenery of bright lights at night that I ridicule currently will become the subject of a photo I take tonight. The plants on my balcony I speak highly of become the same thing that I want to remove from there. Not because the city lights have changed me, but because my eyes choose to look at it this way. It’s the same with a lot of other things we do every day of our lives.

This may not make sense to you even a little bit but think about it, are every single one of your choices in accordance with what you think your world should look like?