Friendly solitude; A dream stupefied, Another awakened; A faith re-instated; Wishes fulfilled; Hearts unburdened, some; Amidst Fears; Happy moments; Heaven and back; Time well spent.
The word happiness is so overstated and the word beauty is so underplayed.
Happiness is not perennial. It has its moments. You know those little ones. The ones you remember and smile to yourself about. There is your pot of happiness. It is not a potion you drink and be happy forever. If someone asked me if I was happy in my life, I would just say I have my moments.
If everything is beautiful, then what is that which is actually beautiful? I think beautiful as a word has been overly hackneyed. Beautiful is a girl, a lampshade, a toenail, a job well done, sunny weather, a good heart, a thought, a feeling and what not. So what is the word for something that mesmerizes you - gives you that momentary nirvana and just takes you away. (No, Im not talking about the three letter word that your Mommy told you not to say)Do you just say “Now that’s beautiful???!!!” I don’t think so. It's something else.
Quite an eventful year so far. More than my facebook pictures say, trust me. I have always liked Ayn Rand, among other things, for the ‘May you live in interesting times’, bit. It makes life worth living. Its so funny, you know, in my blog, my rusty old personal journals and conversations, I have always talked so much about time ticking away, escaping from us like we were after it. I almost feel like it’s related to my past life- not even sure if I believe in it- just trying to explain a thus far unexplained thing about myself. As a kid, I would cry for an hour if my mom woke me up 15 minutes late because I thought it was such a waste of time. Even today, every Saturday/Sunday I wake up earlier than most days because I feel I need to make the most of those two blessed days. These last few days have been busy at work and otherwise. I enjoyed the work, and loved every moment of what was spent away from it. A time well spent it was.
I feel like myself again, though I do feel a bit roughed out relative to the prior shrill edges I boasted of. And yes, I am not sure if we had or are going to have more lives-but if we are, I promise that if time runs out in this one, I will make it upto you in the next one.
Yours truly,
At my most ‘beautiful’.
Remember the word is underplayed.
