Posts Tagged ‘Comfort Zone’

There is an English proverb dating back so far back, that even the origin is unknown. It reads as follows:  “The eyes are the windows to the soul”. Even with some stubborn attempts, I find myself incapable to argue these wise words.

Just as the eyes are said to be the windows to the soul, I believe that a selected few have a hidden power within their eyes.  In my experience, a few people have the ability to look into my eyes and shatter the windows and crumble my walls surrounding me.

I will admit that I have built a stronghold around my inner core to protect myself – imprisoned, but safe. I battle to allow people to come close to me – maybe because of mistrust in a person; bad experiences, disappointments or that I find myself mentally too drained to put up with the pain someone can create in ones life; just to name a few reasons.  Some have tried, and they saw a bitter, cold and dark place within, and they kept their distance.

Though, more than once… more than what I would like to confess, I find myself caught off-guard.  Then I realize that windows are merely a fragile material within these same walls – a weakness in the structure. I looked into their eyes and before I could see what lies within, they pierced and penetrated my soul.  I tried to retreat and regroup, but I failed.

At that moment of realization, I do not find myself in shock or drowning in fear, but warm waves of serenity washes over me – as calm and peaceful as the clear open skies. And just as many of us ‘wish upon a shooting’, hope and excitement grows strong and a moment of relief light up the skies like a beautiful full moon.  I am not a prisoner of my own doing anymore! At this moment, the tranquillity overwhelms reality, and I soak up the noble aura as it presents itself.  Freedom!

Suddenly the shards of glass crashes onto the floor, and that moment of freedom dissipates into the thin air. I feel naked and vulnerable.  My soul exposed to your eyes and I try to cover myself.   My castle has been compromised!  I close my eyes, and start rebuilding, this time stronger and better than before.


Water discolour the rocks as they seep through towards the surface, moisture barely visible before it evaporates. But, day by day, it becomes more visible and more difficult not to notice. Water barely moving and the surface is as smooth as a mirror.

As time passes, it erodes a pathway for itself. As its concaved corridor winds through the toughest rocks and terrain, its path becomes part of the scenery; it becomes an attraction by itself.

Now a little stream flows displaying smooth ripples as it moves from its origin to its destination.

The rocks try to fight back, but to no avail.  There are cracks in the rocks and a softer compound made over the years, and in the same moment some stronger feature that has a lot more resistance.  The different types of resistance that a rock provides, navigates the water to its destiny.

As the river cuts deeper, you start seeing the white ridges where the forces are strong.  During all this time, the discoloured rocks underwent a metamorphosis from untouched rocks to a grand canyon where no bridge can cross it.

The enormous size of this canyon divides this faraway place into two: on the one side you find a pale, harsh and lifeless desert.  On the other side you see luscious green fields, trees baring tropical fruits, flowers in bloom.  Butterflies floating from the one blossom to the next.  Gentle winds rustling the leaves and mimic waves as it brushes over the long grass in the fields.  In the perches of the trees, you see colourful birds in their nests.

This is the inevitable course of nature. It is its destiny.  To the explorers out there, take the following to heart, make it your compass and your map:

As you are aware of what powers water have, it is up to you to make the choice whether you want to be on the side where the desert sun will scorch you and leave visible scars on a daily basis, or if you want to be surrounded by the sounds of the birds, the aroma of the flowers and the scent of honey on a daily basis.  You must make that choice before it is too late.  Isn’t it easier to take a step over a little stream than to try and cross a grand canyon?

Don’t make the mistake I have!