I once heard someone saying
anything that comes down from the sky is pretty.
I remember being so fascinated by it,
but now, when I find myself half-wet
in the rain at a bus stop waiting for a bus,
I find it ridiculous—
how insane it is that we love things
when we are not affected by them,
but the moment they interfere with our life,
our opinion changes.

Isn't all parts of nature like that though?
Be it snow, hail, storm—
everything looks pretty
when you see it from the window of your house,
but the moment we are forced to open the door
and brave the weather,
we find ourselves disliking it.

The same is true for all humans:
when we see them from mere windows
and are not affected by their presence in life,
we like them,
but that opinion mostly changes
once they become part of our life,
once we let them in
by opening the door of our life.

Likes and opinions can therefore
be prone to change in life,
depending on the situation we find ourselves in.