Good morning folks!
I live in the country.
i am awakened in the morning
by birds and barking dogs,
crows and fighting seagulls…
I love the fact that i live near the ocean
but i wonder sometimes why so many people
seem so obsessed with landscaping
and with having pretty things.
When i go for my morning walks,
i am amazed at how manicured some of the properties are.
Sometimes i think there must be a competition going on
that i'm not aware of.
As i write this (it is 9am on Sunday)
i hear the sound of a chain saw cutting through my ears…
the neighbour across the street is "trimming" his trees again.
I love a nice garden
(this is the first year of many we decided not to put one in)
and i certainly love flowers,
but i see all these people spend most of their weekends working in the yard
and i never see them relaxing in the yard
or sitting in their beautiful matching white wicker Costco furniture in the yard
or just enjoying the scenery...
and i sometimes wonder, why they do it.
I realize it's important to have pride in your property
but i wonder how many are playing the
"my property is prettier than yours" game?
Is it me or have we become ridiculously obsessed
The houses we own
the cars we drive
the clothes we wear
all seem to be screaming "look at me! I'm successful!!"
Yeah, you're also an alcoholic,
hooked on anti-depressants,
and you've disowned your own child because he's gay.
Let's not try to hide that behind the pretty flowers, 'kay?
I'll never be impressed with such shallow beauty.
What impresses me is what's inside the person
as cheesy as that may sound.
If you look past the pretty flowers,
past the beautifully manicured lawns
past the BMW and the Mercedes…
you'll find a normal human being
with the same fears and doubts and regrets as you or I
who often feels less worthy without his "things".
I know because there are some in my family
who surround themselves with things
and try to make themselves feel better about who they are.
It never works.
I am never diminished by what my neighbour has
that i don't have,
including the perfectly manicured lawn
and the pretty flowers.
These things don't matter to me.
What matters is who you are as a person
and if you're a good person,
i'll like you,
and if you're an asshole, i won't.
Pretty things doesn't mean pretty people.