The earth is a museum

To say earth is a museum, may mean to call it a documentary of our lives. In a “Letter to the US government” in 1885 written by Chief Seattle he wrote “we are part of earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters, the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers”. Realistically, there's a museum called the museum of earth preserving bones and species over 4.5 billion years ago telling us that earth is a process and NOW would become ONCE UPON. Imagine an old man holds a photo album and sits on a huge rock by the fountain. The fountain falling steeply like an immature dancer making a first dance, her breakthrough. The old man pulls his staff near and steadies his eyes on the mountains afar. Slowly,he opens to a picture in the photo album where his Father smiles and places his arms on the malian woman he cherishes, while he, the little boy in the photo holds her hands and the setting sun grins at the camera shyly and snap. Earth has given him many memories, a mother, a wife, a grand child, a father like many of us. Man has come to paint an  handprint even if it's in the soul of his family, a friend, a passerby whoever it may be. 

We choose how our museums shall be. Earth asks us to be water, to flow, to be flexible, to be air, to explore and whistle a song when it's windy, to drop sometimes like the sky and cry, and dry off again and invite the sun to a date. To have colours like flowers, to swim, to fly, to walk. Only the kindest souls own a beautiful museum, those who dared to love, to live, and make memories.

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