blind faith

In our lives, people come and go like the caress of a gentle breeze on the shore of the ocean. Fleeting are the moments in which you have with them, only in hope to capture all of the essence of who they are and hope that they have taken in all of you in same instance. We seldom see what is right in front of us or see the bigger picture until is already gone or to far gone. Why are we moving so fast that we can’t stop to take a breath? Why can we not stop to see the beauty of life, the smell of the salt in the air floating in the sea? The petals flying in the air from the flowers swaying in the breeze from a passing storm? Many of these things would inspire the coldest of hearts to open.