Suspension

Clear sky, spotted with few fluffy clouds. Light breeze caresses skin, as if trying to soothe her nerves. It would've been a perfect day, had it not been this 'thing' that's been bothering her. Why, she wonders. Why is this happening, that is. But more importantly, why is she letting it get to her. It feels as if she's hanging from a cliff, not knowing whether she'll be rescued, or if she'll fall. No amount of nature's beauty will be able to tranquilize her in that situation. Or, will it? In another point of view, there isn't much she can do, so why not try to enjoy the surroundings and find peace in it? Perception is a very strange thing. We all know that it can change our behaviors, and all it takes is just to change our perception. Yet it is, sometimes, more hard-wired that we allow ourselves to believe.

Like in this case, she could very well choose to think that this irritant, which she has no control over, is but a pimple. One that is irritating to live with, but it will either be 'ripe' and be popped out, or it will eventually go away. Either way, it'll be fine. This 'thing' that's bugging her will eventually be resolved too. Patience, and a different perspective, are all she needs.