In the Eye of a Tree

One day, I woke up and out of my harrowing sorrow dislocated from a series of ill-fated life events, and, straightaway, I was peculiarly capable of perceiving the great significance and profound seriousness of other people's misfortune. That very moment became the start of one benevolence and one empathy for thy neighbour and thy stranger happening to cross close by my life stream. At the conjunction of reality, parallel universe and imaginary, dream¬like land "In the eye of a tree" was born, secluded by true feelings and mother nature's nonpareil beauty. The source of everyday success and day-by-day contentment, sometimes, resides inside the consideration we give, not to lamentable self¬pitiness, but to the aches and pains of the people entering our gravitational space, no matter if for just a day or a life length.