Ask me...
My Rollie is back in Providence and I am here in Miami. I have discovered some fascinating facts pertaining to my love life, but that would be a long story that I do not want to go into.
I feel as if lately everyone has been thinking such profound thoughts! Well, I am not that smart, so you will either have to deal with the simplicity that is me, or skip ahead to someone else's journal.
Beauty
\Beau"ty\, n. 1. An assemblage or graces or properties pleasing to the eye, the ear, the intellect, the [ae]sthetic faculty, or the moral sense.
2. A particular grace, feature, ornament, or excellence; anything beautiful; as, the beauties of nature.
3. A beautiful person, esp. a beautiful woman.
4. Prevailing style or taste; rage; fashion. [Obs.]
Lately I have been finding beauty in everything I see- the grey clouds that float on the brink of tears, the scent of the gardenias welcoming me to a friend's home, the pure insecurity I see in the eyes of all the girls that think they are too good for all the other girls... I do not really know why. Perhaps if we were to relate our lives to a movie, I would be the brilliantly strange boy in American Beauty that runs around with a camera, shooting everything in sight.
And yet, I still don't see it in myself. To me, I just look like a lost little girl with no direction that is running somewhere for the sake of moving to a place that I think may be forward, but as long as it is not backward then I should be okay. I do not mind going off course as long as I am not backtracking! I just think it is so strange that I find beauty in the paths that the ants on the wall are walking in, yet can find no aesthetic value in myself. I try not to worry about it too much. I figure that it will come in time.
Maybe I should take Eleanor for a walk...
I feel as if lately everyone has been thinking such profound thoughts! Well, I am not that smart, so you will either have to deal with the simplicity that is me, or skip ahead to someone else's journal.
Beauty
\Beau"ty\, n. 1. An assemblage or graces or properties pleasing to the eye, the ear, the intellect, the [ae]sthetic faculty, or the moral sense.
2. A particular grace, feature, ornament, or excellence; anything beautiful; as, the beauties of nature.
3. A beautiful person, esp. a beautiful woman.
4. Prevailing style or taste; rage; fashion. [Obs.]
Lately I have been finding beauty in everything I see- the grey clouds that float on the brink of tears, the scent of the gardenias welcoming me to a friend's home, the pure insecurity I see in the eyes of all the girls that think they are too good for all the other girls... I do not really know why. Perhaps if we were to relate our lives to a movie, I would be the brilliantly strange boy in American Beauty that runs around with a camera, shooting everything in sight.
And yet, I still don't see it in myself. To me, I just look like a lost little girl with no direction that is running somewhere for the sake of moving to a place that I think may be forward, but as long as it is not backward then I should be okay. I do not mind going off course as long as I am not backtracking! I just think it is so strange that I find beauty in the paths that the ants on the wall are walking in, yet can find no aesthetic value in myself. I try not to worry about it too much. I figure that it will come in time.
Maybe I should take Eleanor for a walk...