I’ve noticed that a lot of people think it’s funny when I talk about how beautiful the world is–or, they do not understand how I can be so happy living a very simple life. I mean, I don’t go out late, I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs… I’m a very simple person. I like to read my book, watch a good documentary or movie every now and then, I like to paint, and I like to spend time with Nick and a few other friends. I don’t get involved with drama, and I don’t have relationship issues. I don’t hate anyone, or get angry and upset. I don’t even make or spend a lot of money. But holy s**t, I love life and every day I am overwhelmed with how fantastically beautiful everything is.
I don’t understand how people don’t see the beauty. I mean, in a way, I do understand–because I didn’t always see it either. But really, it’s the elephant standing in the corner. Maybe it’s too obvious for people to notice. I don’t even notice 1/1,000,000th of the beauty that life has to offer… but those few that I catch completely overwhelm me. Really, I’m just getting my feet wet. I think if I saw the full beauty in everything, I would probably die. And maybe that is what happens… as you get old. Maybe in the moment when you realize how beautiful everything really is, you are so overwhelmed that you expand outside the walls of your body.
In the meantime, I’ll continue to notice how the shadows cling to the corners of my apartment, or the pattern of the bricks in the apartment building outside my window, or the way the birds land in my window sill at work. And yes, it’s so beautiful that I can’t breath sometimes.
It’s not funny that I notice these things. It’s funny that other people don’t. But I hope some day they will, because–well, because it’s nice.
November 12, 2007 at 2:54 am
I agree, people always say i’m so fantastical, or imaginative, or creative. I just get all these ideas from inside me, they just come to me and I am the means of which they come out. Like when I write a poem, something inside me created the poem and it uses my mind to write it down. So it’s not my mind, it’s my soul or it’s the universe, and it’s not anything special. Every single person has the exact same ability to do what I do.
For instance, I could never draw anything that nice in Art class, I just I can’t draw or write poetry on command. I can, but then it’s forced out of me it doesn’t come out as nice as when I let it come to me naturally. But for instance, now I’m in the process of drawing A Bird of Paradise flower, and I think it is one of the most beautiful things I have ever drawn. The reason it’s beautiful is because the desire to draw it comes from inside me, and I don’t force it out, I just let it come.
It’s sad when people think they can’t do something, they can if they just open themselves up to it. It happens to all of us sometimes.
-Laura
May 6, 2008 at 9:09 pm
seriously, after reading this blog I feel i have wrote this….its like me talking. My feelings couldnt be any similar.
June 20, 2008 at 9:05 pm
I couldn’t help but to laugh after reading the first paragraph…..whats wrong with people….how can any one view your life as anything but perfect…im sure you have your problems as we all do but theres nothing to be judged about the way you live your life and who you are….the way you live your life should be the new American Dream because you my friend are the first person i can honestly say people should should really look up to because they can really learn something worth learning ^-^
January 13, 2009 at 11:09 am
that is indeed true! some ppl are just so into their work, being wayyy too busy to just pull themselves back and “see the beauty of universe”. some ppl are just too sick of the overrated publication of wars over in israel, pakistan, gaza, etc etc; that the beauty of universe is slowly being overshadowed by all those wars..
anyhow, thanks agen dave!! im loving ur posts!