The way I see the world is beautiful.
I see patterns inside the nuances of human connection.
I am able to often see the vivid causality of intention and action;
as it meets execution and interpretation;
and morphs into a relationship, and then,
slowly, wonderfully, awkwardly becomes love.
Oh, what’s that emotion? I haven’t felt that one before?
That slippery fucking word: Love.
This is not a prophetic or magic gift, in fact, it is one all humans have the ability to acquire. It's life-giving brilliance lies in it's simplicity.
Somewhere along the way, I was taught to see the awe-inspiring force within all things.
It is this intricate subtle inclination to perceive such wonder, which has saved me from making a permanent home for myself on the dried up riverbanks of desolation and hopelessness.
It is one of those mystic but intentional actions wherein the more it is done, the more natural it becomes, until finally you are able to take the breeze, dispose of its "chill" and drink its sweetness. The greatest gift I could ever give you artistically,
is describing the way I see things... Soulosophy.
I pay little mind to what they say I’m losing because of how I spend
my time solving these equations of individuality, spirituality,
and emotional duplicity. Generally, people DO things differently because they SEE things differently.
Today we have forgotten how to have a conversation about the way someone else sees things. We are locked in to our view, our vision,
and when entering a “conversation” we are thrilled at being given the opportunity to voice our beliefs. Yet, it seems as though, despite the amount we are “expressing” ourselves and our opinions online; as a society most people still feel unheard, like they are lacking connection, and ultimately lonely?
4. & play.
There are some that might say, the comment section beneath a post; is an example of such an “exchange”. Put very simply and in the most respectful manner, I would have a different perspective than those people.