• a peculiar Perspective •

It’s a beautiful sight, yet everything seems to be out of place; but out of ordinary is another way to look at it. Whatchamacallit? Extraordinary. This is how I view it.

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The skies are blue, but none of us has any clue of why are they blue;

Yet we insist that: ‘look! It is blue!’, hence the skies are blue,

when in fact that’s not true because skies change by hues.

Deeper.

He is blue, but none of us has any clue of why is he blue;

Yet we insist that: ‘look! He’s looking blue’, hence he is blue,

when in fact that’s not true because he changes by the surrounding you(s).

Next. The swan 🦢, or I mean the flamingo 🦩;

Is it a swan, or a flamingo?

To be honest, I do not know;

But why must it only be a swan or a flamingo when:

‘Hey, it could be a swamingo, you know? Extraordinary’.

Regardless of which, it is still a beautiful sight.

Last but not least.

The sand and a tent, are the common grounds we share.

To withstand the heat, we seek shelter from the tent,

and when comes the breeze, to share we must so none shall freeze.

But understand this. When there’s common, there will be uncommon.

Uncommon could be peculiar, but being peculiar doesn’t mean that it is also uncommon on both ends of the horizon.

It might be peculiar because you’ve not seen enough,

and it might be peculiar because you’ve not understood deep enough.

Like the skies and the swamingo,

We need to see beyond, and to accept differences.

— PurplePen