something that i wrote a while ago(in may) ;

i don't need to see a vivid rainbow or roses breaking into a deep red to know that this is a wonderful wolrd. if we peeled back the skin of disfatisaction from our eyes, we would never need people to paint beautiful pictures in our head through money guzzeling films. reality would be enough.
if, once in a while, rather than once in a blue moon, we just sat, and looked at the fasinatingly imperfect world that we have been given, we would fall in love with life again. notice the building blocks of our kingdom of existance, and you will cry with joy at the sight of a spiders web.
if you look, really look, at the intricate detailing of the spiders' creation, you will marvel at the complicated threads of skill. a spiders web is like the tears of a spider. all of the anger, pain, success, joy and love, every nook and cranny of that spiders life is sown lovingly, perfectly into that weaving.
so next time that you encounter a web like this, don't swat it away. look for a bit, let it speak to you. do this for a moment, and you will smile.