The Day The Light Came On

In the midst of a world full of chaos, I was falling behind all the smoke. This life hasn't been quite that fair, but it gives me no reason to be bitter I swear. I see how darkness can consume a light hearted mind, as well as dig a hole in a whole hearted soul. A few walks around the bend I found a sort of gentleman who seemed to not see the pain in the midst of all the chaos. I asked him how he sees the world, and why he wasn't at war inside his mind. I thought that maybe this man was blind, but he could see, he just chose to be happy in this world full of misery. He doesn't care what people think, he seemed to be a bit unclean. He lives inside a hole most likely, at least who could be so happy? For the people who walked past, they scoffed at him and laughed. He may just be a bit dull, or maybe he just found a way to be full. I asked him if he needed help, he said he was fine. He then turned to me to say, " hey you seem a bit gray." I was just having a normal day, but it seems I did feel this way. A bit of pain in my life, a passerby who was not shy. To ask me a stranger of all things, how I could be so unhappy. Unhappy? Me? I'm sure you can't be this full of glee. He then said to me," how can you not see the beauty?" "Where?" I asked. "the beauty of the trees, and that of the bees in Belize." What on earth this strange man is to say he can see bees in Belize. "We aren't in Belize, there are no trees, were in the city full of chemical debris." I said with a scoff, an awful scoff. He said to me, " why can't you see the bees in Belize?" I told him I'm not crazy and that is why. He still kept trying to make me see those darn bees in Belize. I stopped him there and told him I could no longer share an explanation as to why there are no trees and how I just can not see those bees in Belize. I walked away into my shade, he followed me under the tree. He spoke to me and said, " I'm happy because I do belive this photo has the picture of the bees in Belize." He continued," I know you could not see these bees, because these are bees in Belize." He went on to tell me a story," These bees are pretty neat you see, they give happy memories." " I do not try to be happy I am happy, because I have seen these bees in Belize, I wanted someone to share this with, and you were the first person to speak to me about the things that I can see." He seemed so crazy at the start, that I had realized he was just full of heart. A soul not yet dampened by the sad things. He lived a life that was so free, this stranger who was so nice to me helped me see some greenery. Above me was a tree, all that I could see was the skyscrapers and painted streets. The light was gone, but now I see that kindness isn't quite lost at sea. This stranger could have been mean, but instead he shared a thing with me, a cherished memory, his trip where he saw the bees in the trees in Belize.