Stop to Smell the Flowers!

     I do apologize for my terrible mood in my last post. Well, at least I half apologize... apparently people found it pretty funny.

     I am happy to say that today I'm in a much better mood. I went to class, came home, and immediately changed into my exercise equipment. The past couple of days I've been rebuilding my exercising routine. You see, last summer I could walk eight miles a day no problem. Now, since I've been so lazy lately, if I even tried to walk that far, my feet would blister and I would be sore and weak. So, I'm going mile by mile to re-accomplish my goal.

     But that's not what I came here to tell you about.

     Today I had a revelation. I used to think that only people in the city led busy, hectic lives and forgot to enjoy the small things. Little did I realize, I've been doing the same thing. I've been WAY to swamped with all of my personal issues that I've forgotten how inspiring plain nature can be.

    While on my walk, I noticed this small pathway. Now I've seen this pathway and where it leads before, but I've never FULLY appreciated it.

     So, I followed the path to find an old abandoned building. Seeing as how I'd brought my camera along for some photography samples, I whipped it out and started taking pictures.

     You never know what you are gonna find with pictures. When you use a camera, you start to see the world in a whole new light, paying attention to every little detail.







        So when I went inside, I didn't see just some old, abandoned building. No, I saw a place that was once useful and alive. As I gazed upon the barren, cracked walls, I wondered what this building had seen over the years, the stories it could tell, the secrets it had held. What was it's story?
     So, having the wild imagination that I do, I began to think up a thousand different tales.

It suddenly became a stable, where the local farmer kept his animals.

     It was also the site of a game of house, played by a little boy and a girl who's laughter bounced off the walls.

     It then became the building in which was the meeting place of two secret lovers who met here after sunset, against their father's will.
  
Perhaps it was the secret hiding place where an evil serial killer of the past hid his victim's bodies?

   Sure, my theories are a bit imaginative, but who's to say they didn't actually happen?

     In actuality I'm sure this place was just some dull, storage area where, except the occasional visit from the owner, nothing ever really happened.

     But that's not the point.



     Don't ever take things for granted. Stop and just look around at your surroundings. It can take you on journeys that you would have never even conceived.