Life is beautiful
I wish I could express in words what that means
I don’t mean that as “everything is ok”
Everything is awful, broken, vulgar, and gross
Our lives are full of pain and loss
But life itself? Therein lies something more
Maybe I’ll start writing poetry again to try and capture it
Or maybe music? Thoughtful lyrics over discordant tones
It is in contradictions that beauty is found
To perceive what is, is a miracle unto itself
But the even fly perceives what is
The flower
The mushroom…
But to perceive what could be? That is the beauty of life
And why it must flourish
I want to explore this idea more as it intrigues me so much
Death is not important, only life is important
I don’t mean that as “everything is ok”
Everything is awful, broken, vulgar, and gross
Our lives are full of pain and loss
But life itself? Therein lies something more
Maybe I’ll start writing poetry again to try and capture it
Or maybe music? Thoughtful lyrics over discordant tones
It is in contradictions that beauty is found
To perceive what is, is a miracle unto itself
But the even fly perceives what is
The flower
The mushroom…
But to perceive what could be? That is the beauty of life
And why it must flourish
I want to explore this idea more as it intrigues me so much
Death is not important, only life is important