Perspective

We all live in the same world.
We just view it through different perspectives.

Through your eyes,
The world is blank.

The sky is just another canvas to paint white.

Evening sunsets mean good riddance to a day
of feeling stressed and useless.

In your eyes,

Nighttime brings darkness and shadows and terror.

And fields of flowers are just non-living decorations that cover open fields.

To you, the winter is forbidding and relentless.

And you see storms as ferocious disasters.

...

If only I could lend you my eyes.

So that you could see the true beauty
in the things you call "bad"

You see, through my eyes,
The world is divine.

Brilliant birds of all sorts fly up and up
Into a vast pool of azure.

Sunsets congratulate you for all that you have accomplished during the day,
rewarding you with it's stunning colors.

In my eyes,

Nighttime brings moonlit paths and glossy stars
bound to illuminate the sky.

And fields of flowers stretch for miles,
Emanating a sweet fragrance beyond compare.

The winter brings a soft breeze of crystals,
Each and every snowflake as unique as the stars in the galaxy.

And in every storm,

You can find calmness.

Peace.

A comfort you could never find
in the chaos of the day.

...

Through your eyes,
Life is simply about surviving.

Through my eyes,
It's about stopping to enjoy the small things.

So what I'm trying to say is

Your life is precious.
So please, darling, don't let it go to waste.

Make every moment of it count.