Fly by

It is quite different. To look at it when standing by it and to look at it when flying by it.

When standing by it, the observations are clearer, the details are firmer and the predictions are forgivable. There is much deeper understanding. There is a lot of appreciation. There is a lot of vulnerability. There is a lot of attachment. There is a lot of value. There is a lot of sensitivity. The sense of owning it prevails and remains. Security is instilled.

But when flying by, there is much misunderstanding. There is the concept- ‘judging’ of its very existence involved. Presumption being that everything is questionable, this very thing is questioned in several different ways and observed in the lime light. Details are usually ignored and apprehensiveness takes over. The absence of sense of belonging leads to competition and competition results in giving the opposition a lower rank.

If you don’t ‘know’ me, you are flying by me. :)

And by ‘knowing’ I don’t mean knowing my past, present or future. I don’t mean knowing my tastes and day-to-day life either.

The rest, go figure :D