By- Traci Taylor
As I was sitting on a park bench just the other day, I began to imagine how much significance it must hold. How many people fell in love, or how many had their hearts broken on this bench. It’s someone’s safe place to visit on a day where they just need silence and a good book. Something so simple we do not realize holds so much importance to humanity. A sense of sadness and happiness rushed through me simultaneously while all of those thoughts were processing.
Then I began to ponder about those things that occur on a park bench and how they are similar to the moments that happen in life. People come and go into each other’s lives every day. Strangers become lovers and vice versa.
It could have been the peaceful autumn day or the book I had in my hands that made me reflect. Sitting in the park, in silence, on that bench seeing strangers pass by every moment can make someone question things. It made me consider the reason why I was amongst everyone else sitting in the park. I was there trying to seek happiness in a place I once felt the most love in my life.
Being in the park, reading a book, alone with my own thoughts is where I truly appreciated the life I was living. For so long I was unaware that discovering and loving who you are is the answer to happiness in this life.
In that park, on that bench I notice lovers both young and old spending their days together. Both couples believing so strongly in love, it is as if no one else around them exists. Their time is now, or forever. No one ultimately knows how long their love will last, but it exists in that moment, on that park bench. I still consider myself to be a hopeless romantic, despite my own shortcomings in past relationships. As I sat on that park bench alone, I no longer felt envious of the lovers surrounding me, but a simple sense of joy.
Losing love in life should not make a person bitter, but in fact make them grow as a human being. The unhappiness I had been feeling, slowly faded away. As I looked out into the golden scenery of October and back down to my book, I smiled. I was ultimately on the track I have been trying to focus on for months, and one I had ignored my whole life. Finally I no longer felt like I was destroying myself, I was beginning to love who I am.
With age many people start to lose their sense of wonder or longing for true love. I think hopeless romantics and park benches have a lot in common. If a person can find peace by sitting on a park bench alone on an autumn day, it is quite possible they are the type of person that has been broken yet still believes in true love. The benches in a park hold as many memories as the people that sit on them. Whether it is finding self love or loving another person, sometimes all that is needed is a walk through the park.