I Am Heaven Sent, Don't You Dare Forget.

"We picture love as heart-shaped because we do not know the shape of the soul.”
- Robert Brault

I want to take other people's art and use it as my own.  Tell my friends that I am a renowned painter and sculptor, that my work has been displayed in multiple galleries across the great continental United States and that people stop me in the middle of my day to ask for my autograph or just to chat.  I want to lie to the world, I want to be the things I've only dreamed but never dared to become.  I want to fight against every piece of me that holds me back from accomplishing the things I see only in daydreams and personal fogs I am constantly trapping myself in.  I want to show everybody in my current surroundings how great they could be, help them display the pretty little things trapped inside of them and allow them to grow and bloom through circumstance and cultivation.  I know they're there, I've seen them, in every one of you.  You're a great listener, you have a beautiful sense of empathy for complete strangers, you are the most talented writer I know, you have a sick sense of humility that I've only seen displayed in you and never in anybody else, you are able to forgo personal gain for the sake of somebody else.  You are all beautiful, why don't you understand that?  Oh sure, I'll preach, I'll tell everybody what to feel and how to be and act and react and contract and slowly fade into the decline but then what am I left to do?  Take my own advice, or be the hypocrite, that's about it.  What if we were all that secure in our choices, our chances and their reverberations?  Would we really live any better?  Any different?  Anything... anybody...?

Who decides beauty in this life that we live?  I think we all have our own very different and very personal perceptions of what beauty is.  Is it a characteristic in a person, is it a character flaw (YES!), is it something forced or does it come naturally, is it seen or unseen, where does it hide when we need it most?   Don't let anybody decide for you.  Find beauty in what you do, in who you are, in who you will become and the places you have traveled from to where you stand now.  Allow beauty to envelop you and if it makes you cry then cry, if it makes you sad then be sad, if it makes you happy then god damn it be happy.  Don't take direction, be your own beauty advocate.  You are beautiful, don't succumb to the hatred of this dull disgusting planet you're trapped on.  Flourish, bloom.

Soundtrack:

Sigur Ros - Samsketi