“I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.”
“I discovered that what’s really important for a creator isn’t what we vaguely define as inspiration or even what it is we want to say, recall, regret, or rebel against. No, what’s important is the way we say it. Art is all about craftsmanship. Others can interpret craftsmanship as style if they wish. Style is what unites memory or recollection, ideology, sentiment, nostalgia, presentiment, to the way we express all that. It’s not what we say but how we say it that matters.”
– Federico Fellini
I like to always remember the things about ourselves others can’t take away. Late night style thinking. Completed a chapter in a book, thinking. There is beauty within us untouchable by others, even from ourselves. Maybe there are moments when it hides, from everyone. Hides to stay in tact. Hides to stay safe and not be altered.
This beauty so true has stayed the same from infancy all the way up till now and beyond. Infancy. This light about us, soul-like, though more visually tangible to us, on the earthly plane.
When it’s dark out, raining, and the walls are being raised around me, I look here. I look here and find who I really am. The darkness can hide these good, beautiful, natural things about ourselves but they are never gone. It is here, within remembering, believing and enjoying these beauties that the life of light itself sparks back. Sparks back and quiets the darkness. Then our eyes adjust and we move forward into the new plane of existence and realization that is life and the beauty that is us.
This beauty is what makes me want to believe we are all naturally good. Along the way there are those walls, those life circumstances that make us stumble. Lose sight. But it is always there, none the less, waiting for it to be reignited. Awakened.
I call it beauty because really there are no words.
“Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart”
There’s so much beauty in this world, so much light, that we take for granted. I don’t know what makes us be blind to it all. At what point do we flick the switch and it’s, “lights out?”
There’s no weakness in appreciation and value; and yet the strong ones make it appear so.
Who are these strong ones? – The strong and silent type, maybe. Those people who make the world seem like a villain; always fighting against them. A villain who sends daily foes to come their way. Puts all life’s hardships in a strange perspective.
Then there’s the others. I’d say I am one of them. Who see the beauty, who revel in it. The people who appreciate it but we somehow get distracted by those strong ones. We get made to feel like we are the weak ones; naive. But it’s intelligence, to be thankful.
Of course there are in-between’s, there always are. These people who don’t quite fit into one category. But they don’t really make this outline of humanity as interesting.
I hope one day the grouping converges. It won’t make people too similar to be together; it will create a happier society. Where the answer to “why is life so hard?” will be…”it’s not.” Simply put. It’s not. Maybe with that life will become simpler too.