new year's baby says what?
I'm not posting because of some New Year's resolution - heavens no. I don't believe in such silly things. It just happens that a lot of things are on my mind. First of which is my encounter at the mall. I was exitting PacSun when I turn to my right and see a bright, hot pink sticky note stuck to the glass of the store. Upon closer inspection I noticed that in blue bubbly letters were the truest words I have ever read: "Love Yourself." How very honest and genuine. It captured my attention and still has it, really. Because how prophetic are those two simple words? Love Yourself. Love. Yourself. It is the most important thing a human being can do - love themselves. Because if we do not love ourselves, who is going to love us? I was still reeling through this whirlwind of contemplation when I stumbled along another hot pink sticky note - this one attached to Charlotte Reusse's window. I can't remember the exact words but it dealt with following what you believe in. And now here I was, in the middle of the mall completely awestruck. Some kind soul out there is praising words of wisdom on bright pink sticky notes. It is a service worthy of the Nobel Prize. This is the sort of vandalism society needs. Not the disarray of zig-zag lines pretending to form art, nor do we need some martyr on the streets. Just this lovely shade of pink and blue kindness. Truly has made my year.
And while I'm on this thing, let's discuss architecture.
I'm nervous, scared, anxious, hopeful. I just want things to go so right. I want to make my parents proud.. I do not want to let them down. I wish I could move out to Arizona and simply study architecture there. With nothing to distract me but the gentle swell of orange rock on beige sand. But I can't. In five years I will have graduated with a Masters in Architecture and then.. Well.. The world should prepare itself for the storm that is I. Hah. I am itching to get out of this skin, shed the layers of Miami and grow a wondrous layer of something new and exciting - something unseen and untouched. I want to experience life. There is so much life and love in me. I want to paint the world with my heart and my hands. I want everyone to know who I am. I want to shout using colors. I want to scream my name using nothing but a pencil. Oh, I've too much to do, too much life to throw it away. And it annoys me when people tell me to not fuck up, to not screw this up. If they only knew what was in my head - the dreams and wishes that paint my insides a rainbow of purples and pinks and colors unknown to the human eye. I will accomplish these things and so much more because I can. I need to. I don't think there is another field that could handle me. Hah.
Well, that felt nice. To write again, I mean. I'm a wee bit rusty but it happens. Life is good. So happy to be alive.
And while I'm on this thing, let's discuss architecture.
I'm nervous, scared, anxious, hopeful. I just want things to go so right. I want to make my parents proud.. I do not want to let them down. I wish I could move out to Arizona and simply study architecture there. With nothing to distract me but the gentle swell of orange rock on beige sand. But I can't. In five years I will have graduated with a Masters in Architecture and then.. Well.. The world should prepare itself for the storm that is I. Hah. I am itching to get out of this skin, shed the layers of Miami and grow a wondrous layer of something new and exciting - something unseen and untouched. I want to experience life. There is so much life and love in me. I want to paint the world with my heart and my hands. I want everyone to know who I am. I want to shout using colors. I want to scream my name using nothing but a pencil. Oh, I've too much to do, too much life to throw it away. And it annoys me when people tell me to not fuck up, to not screw this up. If they only knew what was in my head - the dreams and wishes that paint my insides a rainbow of purples and pinks and colors unknown to the human eye. I will accomplish these things and so much more because I can. I need to. I don't think there is another field that could handle me. Hah.
Well, that felt nice. To write again, I mean. I'm a wee bit rusty but it happens. Life is good. So happy to be alive.