Maybe the ability to remember every word of wisdom that you swore you'd never forget, would be a curse over a quality. It makes for a million more moments of enlightenment, along with a touch of shame and self-directed reproach. I believe the latter is just as important as the former, because you never want to lose sight of all the perspective you've spent so long living for. I wonder if courage, too, could ever be a constant, or if that too is another ingredient in the concoction for humility. Perhaps apprehension and timidity exists to keep us in balance, before pride and the wrong kind of self-assurance outweigh what used to matter most.
They say humiliation is essential in etching something to your memory forever, but I think the most important things are the hardest to hold on to. Everything for a reason -- I forget that, always, all the time. I remember now, too, for a moment, that love and all its details are completely and utterly open to interpretation. And words are whatever you want them to be. When arranged side by side in a zillion different ways, they can mean everything and nothing.
So, this is my neverending stroll on the path towards something superstarry. I'll be a ghost, I'll be a dreamgirl, I'll be a child, I'll be a lazy Friday or a manic Sunday. You too can be whatever you would like, but do luxuriate in the fact that you have that choice to be ______x______ today and ______o______ tomorrow but don't indulge in the thought you have an eternity to transform your reality. Take fairysteps if you like, but be(gin) posthaste.
They say humiliation is essential in etching something to your memory forever, but I think the most important things are the hardest to hold on to. Everything for a reason -- I forget that, always, all the time. I remember now, too, for a moment, that love and all its details are completely and utterly open to interpretation. And words are whatever you want them to be. When arranged side by side in a zillion different ways, they can mean everything and nothing.
So, this is my neverending stroll on the path towards something superstarry. I'll be a ghost, I'll be a dreamgirl, I'll be a child, I'll be a lazy Friday or a manic Sunday. You too can be whatever you would like, but do luxuriate in the fact that you have that choice to be ______x______ today and ______o______ tomorrow but don't indulge in the thought you have an eternity to transform your reality. Take fairysteps if you like, but be(gin) posthaste.
( some super blurry polas from today's adventure at Hanging Rock, taken by my friend Andrew -- more to come!)
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