Thank you so much. *curtsies*
I just finished watching a documentary on Diana Vreeland. Which has tonight become my favorite documentary. My eyes want to leap out of this room and go out into the world and sink it in for all that it is. Obviously, I am quite happy from seeing such an incredible story.
If you don’t know (I didn’t know prior either, until now thank god), Miss Vreeland was the true definition of invention and imagination. She embodied the idea of forward-thinking. Hearing her speak, the quotes and things she would say, caused goose-bumps to my tears.
I understand that the world has its moments of corruption. Well, more than moments. But what else am I to say? Too many tragedies occur on a day to day basis…but there’s beauty in that every day as well. There are details. We’re even allowed to put them on : clothes. We’re allowed to embrace people and things if we choose to. Or to simply admire and/or observe. And those are gifts to the eyes. And even if your eyes have no literal vision, your hands do : then those are gifts to the hands that feel the humms of the world before someone else ever can. To live…to live.
And I never thought I would be saying such words. I used to be a hopeless runt I tell you. But we humans have to take time. We all bloom. And if only the whole world could see how magnificent this process is. Above war, above greed, above power and envy, I believe not being able to see the miniature and grandeur of life is the largest tragedy. And the reason for the horrors of today is being blind to this. I truly believe that. Not being able to accept what is around and what is to come, I don’t why, but it hurts me in a grievous way. To amplify instead of cage. To admire instead of hate. What is the point of jealousy? When we can have anything we personally want? Sometimes, being one person isn’t enough. Sometimes, it is. If each and every one of us just tried.
Enjoy what you see. Whether it be a person, a ballet, a ruby, a torn shoe, or the mischievous kitten from next door. Open your eyes to their fullest capacity and run. To allow oneself to do this with permanence, is a gift that I am so thankful to have in and outside of me.
To live…to live.