Just because you can't see something doesn't mean it isn't real. You can see the effects of the wind, but you can't see the wind. There is a mystery to it. Remember when you were little and you thought Santa Claus would bring your presents every year? Remember the Easter bunny? Any other person you believed in? An imaginary friend? Remember a time when you didn't question what was real? You didn't have doubts, life was carefree. As we got older we began to wonder, to not truly see. We lost our inner child, our self. As adults(except a few, like authors) see things one sided. We put up our blinders and just plow through the day. We don't even take the time to smell the flowers anymore. Whats up with that? Have we become so brainwashed we forgot who we truly are? What mysteries wait to be discovered, or what memory is remembered?
Remember the wind. You don't have to see to believe. Just believe.
