The 4th of July is fastly approaching and everyone in the US is anticipating the day of independence, and more importantly (truth be told) of fireworks, the really good sales on the mall, and the long weekend away from work. Though whether the "real" essence of the occassion is lost to most people or not, the celebration and the preparation thereof has been grander than ever. It is known that people tend to take for granted what has always been there, most of what was there, and some of what might be there; the exception it seems has always been the want to have fun.
Fireworks are one of the most wonderful and most beautiful inventions man has ever created. And though some have transformed them into more dangerous things, that has not made me lose my pleasure on those that turn the sky a myriad of colors, beautifully progressing in perfect sequence, flickering like millions of stars against the darkness of the night.
Life, for those who have lived it like I did, is often a pretty boring engagement. And to be able to bear the burden one goes to sleep and dream of better things. Or watch fireworks. One like me can spend, and willingly so, his life just watching fireworks.
The best fireworks display I have ever seen was the one I saw last Dec. The midnight silence was suddenly broken, and as if by magic, the sky was alit with a thousand colors, streaks of lightning gently placed by deft hands painting on a canvass of darkness, all done in celebration of the coming new year. And though the world rumbled from the echoes of the succeeding thunder, I heard nothing but silence, purely mesmerized at the reflections of light...coming from her eyes. One can spend, and willingly so, his life just watching fireworks.
As I wait, I presume that the 4th of July display will most probably be grander, but it will never be more significant.
