4/12 - Happy Khmer/Lao/Thai New Years!
I had mentioned to someone earlier today that I had a weird fascination with fog or eerie looking things/places. I was told that I was weird for that, and that confused me.
I responded back that anyone can say something is beautiful on a sunny day. Anyone can point at a fully bloomed rose and say it’s beautiful, and witness a sunrise and a clear day and say it’s majestic. But what about the things that people pay no mind to?
There aren’t many people that can really spot beauty in everything, and that makes me quite sad. People are too fixed on the norms of what is “supposed” to be appealing. Everything is beautiful, in it’s own way. Sometimes it might take a little longer to find the beauty in it, but most of the time it’s worth it.
4/09/14 - Rattlesnake, check.
I’ve come to a point where id rather spend my days alone, but not feel lonely. I think I’m winning.
you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––
is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.
Beau Taplin, "The Awful Truth"
How many times do I have to hit a new category of rock bottom for me to actually just be content?