People like dirt, it just takes time for them to love it

 

People like dirt, it just takes time for them to love it

Like a tree, in its infancy, it is soft, green, and full of life but later, it turns to a sign of decay and death.

There is something more to dirt; then meets the eye. Whenever I come across dust covering a table or a chair or any random item in the house. I end staring at them, I assure you my mind used to perceive differently. But now, for some unexplained phenomenon, it feels natural to stare at the dust covering the things I bought.

It used to feel like the dust should never be meant to cover the object but now it feels natural.

It feels like an ubiquitous event to see dust covering all the objects in the house. Like the dust belongs on it, covering the gazing beauty of the object with its sign of decay. It doesn’t take too long for the dust to gather and lay a coating on every thing that I have considered to be precious in the house. Neglect from my end, pushes the dust to grow into thick layers that end up leaving a mark on them.

Just like the objects I bought for our house, the dust also shares the rather identical origins, as nobody knows where it came from. Just like the object, the dust gathers out of nowhere, and for some reason only in your house.

Again the dust feels some resemblance to the object we bought with our money and mind. When you were growing up, you never thought about buying a specific object in your house, at a specific time, from a specific store, and putting it in a particular place. You just did it without putting any thought into the purchase. The same explanation can be said about the dust that showed up to your house.

It feels a natural process, as we are no different to the object in our house, given enough time, just like the table around the corner, our skin also acts as a vessel for the dirt around us. As humans, we find the dirt to be disgusting, since they carry diseases and most make everything look vile and ruin our beauty.

Dust makes home to the skin that is cold and numb from the years of living. The eyes that have seen it all, not the world, but the people living in it. There is far more to discover from the people than anything that the world has to offer. The person who reaches the end of the line, feels the withering cold that never vanishes.

Outside, it is different from lying inside the house.

While it is easier to clean the dirt in the house, it is downright impossible to do it outside in the world. Because the world outside the door runs on a different rhythm of life and time, everything seems to be more on the side of nastiness. You will see a couple of tattered clothes hanging on a fence, discarded fast food boxes with slime coming out of them, fruits with black bruises all over them, and all of that covered with the sound of rat squeaking.

People look at it; and then their eyes get fixed on the road. One of the amazing things about the dirt; is everybody knows everything about them. Everyone who is walking down the road knows where they can find the dirt. Maybe they are aware of the stench it produces or how errie it looks in the perfect place. I find that to be very amazing, there could be miles and miles of clean road, and nobody notices a thing, but a small cluster of dirt that takes only a few feet, and suddenly people change their mind about the road.

They will tell their friends, I thought the road was clean but now we found disgusting dirt in the road and it ruined the vibe.

Why? Why again and again and…again?

I think we are meant together, us and the dirt, while we live our life, we do our best to separate us from them but it only takes one second, one day, one hour, one minute, one month, one year to break the separation. As we will finally see us for what we are, no matter how much cleaning you can do on yourself or the place that you are living in, dirt will always come back.

You ask yourself this, for whom? Who is in your life that is deserving enough for you to stay clean? A facade now to think about it, that you put on for this special being. You don’t want them to see you at your worst, so everyday you bring both of your arms together and clean everything up. So they will look at the cleanliness and judge you less.

Because you consider them to be the best in the world, their opinions matter to your wellbeing and self-esteem. The last thing you want to do is to offend them, so you wake up everyday to make sure the cog is running perfectly in the machine. The lengths you will go to ensure their happiness over yours, is again, amazing.

This lifestyle has given your life meaning, as you see cleanliness as a virtue of life, and dirt is associated with a negative side of humanity. Dirt is for the filthy, lazy, weak, and poor, as they are the only ones who can live under dirt without feeling like cleaning anything up because they have no choice. But you do, you can clean away, away…away all the dirt in your room to feel better about your house and how much of a better person you are in life.

At this point, it becomes a game of sanity. And what is insanity? Doing the same thing over and over again to stay the same. Because just like dirt, it all feels like you are building a sand castle on the beach over and over again hoping to do it again when the sea swallows it whole. But you are ready, as soon as the sea devours the castle, you gather up the sand to build another one. Hoping, nobody notices that you are missing a castle, this goes on.

The clean floor makes dirt look much clearer than the dirty one.

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