The Window

I have walked past this window everyday for almost three years now, and never really noticed it. How could that be? This window is ten feet from my front door, and looks out on to a little stone patio. I love my neighbor's house. It's old, and quaint, and just my style. I look at their house all the time, and wish that it was mine.

So, how is it that I never noticed this window before? After really SEEING it for the first time, I couldn't NOT see it. My eyes were drawn in that direction every time I walked by, and the dreams continued. I'd imagine myself watering the flowers in the box, soaking in the serenity of the little stone patio, you know, dreamer stuff.

I finally decided to take a picture of it, when nobody was home of course. I didn't want them to think I was some kind of crazy window stalker, which obviously, I am. As I was taking the picture though, the strangest thing happened. The window taught me a lesson, or gave me some insight into myself. I was looking through the lens thinking the usual, "oh, window how I wish you were mine", and then I stopped, and thought...Why can't this window be mine, well maybe not this actual window, but one like it? Why is it that up until that moment, I only saw myself from the outside looking in, and not from the inside looking out?

This window, now, when I walk by and look at it, has become kind of a metaphor for believing in myself. Not only can I have dreams, but I can also make those dreams become a reality. So simple really, and so strange I never noticed it before.

Quote of the day - What matters is not the idea a man holds, but the depth at which he holds it. - Ezra Pound