Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Rainy days. Looking out the window at the thin silver arrows of rain pelting down interminably, creating a scene of the heavenly archers at war with the earth. Why do we love rainy days? It evokes a sense of melancholic euphoria. When we were young, rain reduced us kids to a captive in our homes, barred behind windows only to stare forlornly at the darting arrows. Now that we're grown up, with the advent of knowledge, with the ability to think - oh that awful ability - we reminisce that captivity and compare it with the freedom we experience now - thus giving us an uplifting feeling that we have grown up and changed - when nothing has really changed afterall. This limbo - between realising the past and thinking that we've moved on, and yet not being able to move on - creates that melancholy and 'emo' feeling we get when we stare out the window on a rainy day. I can't describe it better in words already. It's just a feeling oscillating between being trapped, captive, and that of freedom. Also, looking at the uninterrupted flow of rain contributes to the fluidity of thought and imagination- enhanced by the proximity with nature that we all feel - giving a peaceful, serene, contemplative state of mind to those who lay eyes on it.

-To know the price of everything but know the value of nothing.