The Entire Nature is Mocking Me

 Focus

The beauty of focus. There were three friends, Tiffany, Amelia and Rebecca talking in regards with Florence. It was crowded with everyone engaging in a variety of activities they like. It was truly what I desired. Everyone doing everything as if a lot of different kinds of inventors, learners and performers engaging like a community. There were like 99 and the place was filled with roads for parking, activities and stalls. Greenery was there too since it was a fascinating town. Benches and streetlights amplified the beauty. Everyone was having conversation just like what we expect when we enter a party of some sorts. Many minute stories with personal consequences were there. When I was with the three best friends I experimented with my focus. My eye is exactly like a DSLR camera. When I focused on the rest of the crowd, the three friends with me were kinda blur and the rest was quite clear. Whatever, I wished to focus on was clear only and the rest was blur. My listening was directed to the boy who just parked his car and was watching everything as if he knew what he coming to and what he can expect out of all that. Even, I heard his call while I was about 75 meters away from him. Tiffany, Amelia and Rebecca, I never heard them and they never suspected anything. I didn’t had a clue what they were talking about as my focus was manual and I can see and hear anything I wish only. When they touched me I got back to my senses and saw their eyes asking my opinion in regards with the situation. I somehow manipulated them as if I was paying them attention and soon my focus shifted to them only and the rest was blur. 

This tells one thing a group of individuals discussing their own problems directs to a magnified story with less ramifications and if really personal, It is only related to them and goes with them. When they were not the subject, every other thing was an entirety of every story collected to grant a single picture  of everything including the nature, the roads, the birds, the streets, the cars parked there, the signage boards, the trash cans, the music and the earth. The ramification of analysing such things is a huge story and depicts a huge story too. 

A girl was attending the activities and had no regards for that boy. He had a car and she had no regard for how anything her view exhibits is going to hurt him. Materialistic possessions have been counted by many. They consider it a hallmark of the essence. That is very wrong and malfeasance. 

She called him and his car a piece of trash. Oh my god…, Like Jesus I cried from inside. I looked at the boy and felt so much pity for him. But, what can I do. It is not only her. That’s my point just a mere magnified story related with two beings who never possess the potential to become a consequence. This confrontation is worthless and possesses no consequence however it goes. 

What brought that sentiment for her

First, she judges you according to what you possess. Like a silver is not worth to her compared to gold and the same goes for diamond. A gold never reaches that mark if compared with a diamond. 

Second, she likes bullying and it is her instinct. 

Third, she has no hesitation to berate anyone and assert her dominance.

I wish to a city where they call me their own.