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Where Do The Beautiful Things Go?
Notes from my daily photography experiments #14
A single question visits me when I see this photo. Does beauty exist within people, or are we in a constant state of extracting it? I’m always looking for it, be it nibbling away at sentences in books or from pieces of poetry. Part of me questions my own intent, and why despite these years of absorbing good thoughts from others, I still don’t feel completely genuine with these feelings. As if when I promote positive thinking and personal happiness, I feel deceptive.
Because of certain things that have been breaking through my mind’s surface, I have been doubting my own innate purity. I feel that part of me seeks out beautiful things just so their lightness can keep me afloat.
When we take in the beautiful things around us, What happens to it? Does it evaporate from our skin like water, or do we truly internalize it, and we just have to wait for the right moments for it to come out from us. How can we spread it while we are alive, and after we pass how can it be further echo on to others?
Where do these beautiful things go? On days when we need it most, when we feel languishing waves rock our shores, how can we bring those happy things to the surface again? One thing that I am trying now is to counteract one septic thought with a…
