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Liza quickly darted in between the bushes hoping to be as far as she could from the house and the rest of civilization. She wanted to be as alone and far as possible from them all. The looks of sympathy and pity were becoming the death of her. The voices of people and the looks they gave her were like ten deaths over and over again. It seemed that the world had reached a verdict and the verdict was that they would not let her grieve on her own.

Liza

As I ran down the hill and darted through the maze of bushes towards the cliff for a fleeting second I pondered over whether or not I should jump to my death. One jump would end it all. The looks of sympathy and disdain would forever be out of my mind. Lost in myself I suddenly came to an abrupt stop and was standing at the edge of the cliff. I took one step forward and looked down. It was a beautiful sight. The water was sparkling in the glorious sun as seagulls glided to and fro looking for their morning meal. The sky was painted so beautifully with the rays of the sun violently pushing through delicate feathered clouds. From a far I could hear the sounds of what seemed to be a team of geese making their morning flight preparing for a glorious fly by. Looking towards the sun I wondered if there was a single being who could understand my grief, who would look at me and read my heart, and console me without any qualms. But the human civilization...is not so simple. As I turned around I faced a pastel colored field filled with fragrances that could cure any panacea the heart faces. In my run I had somehow missed this beautiful scenery filled with roses of all the prettiest colors you could ever imagine. Suddenly like a little girl I began turning round and round in circles taking in all the beauty around me. This beauty that gave me such joy was a rude awakening that the pitfalls in life can never be as bad when there is still so much beauty in this world. Beauty that is truly timeless. It can never disappear and it comes in the shapes and forms of many things. At this very moment my beauty, the beauty that stopped me from taking my life, was the God given beauty of life. I needed to open my eyes and search for the beauty of life that surrounds me every day, the sight of a gorgeous sun rise, the sounds of a mother bird calling for her babies, the smells of a beautiful rose, these forms of beauty help to mend a broken heart and soul that has reached the end of no return.
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