Pure

On the way back home, the song by James Blunt:-You are beautiful -came into my mind. I thought about how the word "pure" flying out of his mouth like riding a wind. Just the word " pure" make me love that song.

This may result from the state of non-pure of my life. Many people around me may also want a brilliant life and a pure love; a pure trip forgetting about work; a pure realtionship with the not many people around you, forgetting about the promotion and salary, forgetting about the cheating lying betraying and the fake smiling on their face; not broad but a small space with pure silence, looking blank thinking slow doing whatever like to do.

We just can not stay in that "pure" dream. It is a dirty world, filling with insidious people bearing sick faces. We have to struggle for a living, going oppsite the direction in which our heart had want to follow, "indulge" in the job, talking about project all the time, squeezing little time for the poor wife/husband+child and the poor parents, squeezing little time for holiday, imaging on the way back home for some places and some things we had longed for years.

Those are not what I had envisioned in my childhood dreaming about a man's life. I had thought life is colourful, but it turned out to be with only black and white-day and night. We leave home in the early morning and come back late at night. Without stepping out of the office, who knows when the grass turns green and when the leaves turn yellow and how colorful of the flowers in blossom.

We can not expect a "pure" by itself, it may exist long time ago in the children's eyes, but not now in our world. We need a filter in our heart to sublimate the filthy floatage and make a space for free breathing.

Smiling or dancing, within the heart. Purer.

Open the window to let the sunshine in. Warmer.

Photo adopted from wenxuecity.