Contemplation

If not….

To Watch the waves turn white as they crash on the shore

To Contemplate the spiders daily routine

To Know and wait for your special sparrow to show up

To Wonder if gravity malfunctioned

To Think about the conversations in a space hundreds of years ago

To Ache to know the story behind the wrinkles

To Keep discovering delightful aspects of yourself

To Stand under an open sky and gaze after balloon that disappears

To Read and be lost in the blend of the lives of the author and the characters

To Wander in a crowded city street without a thought of return

To Laugh over and over again at the same thing with the same intensity

To Marvel at the courage on the faces of street kids

To Hear in your heart what someone’s words are unable to articulate

If not for all this..

Life..

What is the point .

Rhea