there was once a fly on the wall of the world.
and all the fly did was walk around..watch..and weep.walk around...stop and smile...and walk away.once or twice the fly would try and change what it saw...
but then it realised that it was just a mere spectator in somebody else's play;and it hurt the fly every time it saw the opportunities missed...
and the tears shed...
the love lost...
and the deaths mourned.
the fly searched for the memories of happy moments cherished with a loved one now gone,
it searched for the glow of contentment and peace with the realisation that there is hope for peace out there....even though it may just be in a babys sleeping face.
fly longed for the moments that people realised that crying is cleansing...
calming...
purifying...
human and totally natural...
the fly walked around the wall hoping...watching..looking and praying...searching...searching...for that one...
that one who was content...at peace and comfortable..with who they were.
for the one who looked at the scars on the face of their souls...and saw them not as eternal blemishes...
but as beautiful marks of the growing process....engraved forever with pride...
the fly serarched for the one who was blind to the physical imperfections...
that which they would love to change...
and for the one who, each and every single day, glowed and rejoiced and thanked God, for the complex wonder of their simple being...
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