The Window.
The grandeur of a beautiful window will never supersede what’s outside of that window. A window is never defined by the beauty of its design but its always defined by view it holds. I think that holds true for the spiritual form the window takes in the philosophical world.
A window into the heart is only admired if the heart is not a dark one. A window into the soul of a person is only appreciated if the soul has purity of gods within itself.
The word window is a verb, when its working with soul, it’s a noun in the structure of the building and it’s an adjective for the thoughts.
In the world of brick and mortar, a person standing at a window will without a doubt go through some sort of range of emotions, and my observation is that wherever they start, they will never end up at the same place, as if that window defined the journey of a thought. If you walk and stand on a window looking at the horizon pondering alone, my guess is you will never walk away from it without a conclusion to that ongoing thought
Same window, with the same view will generate million different thoughts in million different people. An optimistic person looking at tree in fall will be excited by the thought of spring , same tree for a depressive pupil will bring morbid sentiments.
A person visiting his hometown after a decade, while driving through the same neighborhood and looking out the finite vision of that car window will go from smiling to sadness to joy while watching the view go by.
A moving window in a car can generate a range of emotions not because of the car that holds it, but because what it’s showing outside is somehow related to the past of an individual that is only connected to him or her.
No matter where you are standing, if you are looking out of a window then that’s where your heart wants to be. You always wonder what it is to be there, and not here where you are.
Isn’t that one of the truths of life too?
Even if you are looking out to something undesirable you still want to know what it will be to be there and not here, where you are.
Desires of heart are mostly without reason.
And lastly how about a path that leads you to a window. If you are ever sitting far from a window, then invariably and almost out of reflex you are imagining a path towards that window.
May be because even in the confines of a structure you heart demands freedom.
That longing, is essentially the essence of windows in our lives.
Looking out into the world through them is like visualizing a desire that you harbor within the confines of your current life. Open Them and let life through.
