Courage and Beauty
It takes some courage to jump off the consumerist wheel: uni-work-marriage-kids-more work-allotment-retirement-death. Can't avoid death of course, but the rest is very much optional. It just takes some guts to live with insecurity, sometimes even poverty, lack of commonly accepted recognition.
And it doesn't help if you have a mental disorder. Well, take this very word "disorder". What's the opposite of it? Order. Die Ordnung. Comme il faut. Disgusting!
It hurts to be different. It hurts to be lonely. Pathologic introverts can get lonely too, didn't you know?
How can one live like this? Rejected from the society of successful "normal" people. Unable to cope with "normal" people. Always dreaming of escape.
Where is your magic cavern, traveller?
It's the beauty. Your hunger for it. Your physical intolerance to ugly things and ugly gestures.
You don't get emotions, I know. But you are kind, because evil is ugly. You can't stand bad smells and bad noises. But you can see beauty in other people.
And you can create. All your life, you draw our life. You draw you. You create an enchanted world of pictures, costumes, photos and words. Sometimes you open it up to strangers.
Your human skin had burned long ago. You put on the frog's skin, and you decorate it.
Beauty never saved anyone. But when I see it, there is no death or boredom. There is magic worth suffering for.
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