Silhouette

The satisfaction generated from dedicating one’s life for the pursuit of beauty in everything around could be ultimate, yet it may sometimes prove arduous hard work when one decides to inflict a certain view of beauty onto things rather than searching for a perspective from which to discover the beauty inherent in the subject, we are not here to create, we are here to observe and reflect.
The humility generated from dedicating one’s life for the pursuit of beauty in everything around could be ultimate as well; I laugh at the weaknesses and fragility that define me, my fears of my own limited perception - which ultimately translate into my inevitable mortality – are walls that surround my ability at maintaining a sense of ultimate satisfaction. And at times when I find a perspective of immaculate beauty, I recoil from allowing myself from enjoying it to the fullest, because in its’ existence I prove that I have reached my destination, so I simply say “hmmm” and I record the incident in my ledger and move for other pursuits. I wish I had the strength to fall onto my knees in front of one of the wonders of what life is and pray, just for one lifetime.
One of the happiest tunes that were ever written is What A Wonderful World known around the world by Louis Armstrong, this song makes me feel that the world is about to end because it has somehow reached a peak and it can not go any further.
I am so human it’s sick, well, it’s also pitifully wonderful because I am blessed with the ability to forget; and I guess I can’t complain much since I’m still waking up the next morning and the day before looses its’ ability to prove that it really did exist as overwhelmingly as it did when it did exist, and by choice, I am able to keep the memory of beauty, while my shortcomings become irrelevant as they find other more timely reasons to manifest themselves through!
This struggle is who I am I guess, it’s good to have an idea of who I am, but hey! It beats being afraid without having any fun!