something beautiful

When asked what he thought was beautiful he stated simply, "Imperfections." He went on to define those as flaws- things like cracks in the sidewalk or stretch marks. He finds those beautiful. It struck me as odd, simply because those two things are not what would strike me as attractive.
It’s nice to look at the crack for what it is and for what it could be. . .that maybe it’s the one place a flower could grow- that it’s the one detail in the endlessness of cement that catches your eye- that it’s the one spot that allows life to poke through and flourish- that its very presence and uniqueness is a break from monotony- that a crack may be what allows us to see the beauty in being human.
Alas, I agree- there IS beauty to be found and experienced that is hidden beneath the generics of life and can ONLY be seen through life’s imperfections. . .
I’m still workin on the stretch marks though. . .

convinced

i'm convinced that as humans, if we go too far we never come back.

and by that, i mean this. . .when you make a judgment about someone and cut them out of your life, it’s not too far before you have no recourse to salvage anything and that makes me sad.

cuz even if one day you realize the wrong done to you didn’t merit the reaction it got from you, you can’t do anything about it because you’ve already spent so much time convincing yourself you’re justified in this matter and it would take way too much energy to try and repair what you obliterated.

i may have damaged the friendship, but you killed it. go ahead, ride this one out for the next few years. . .seems like your other issue was losing steam anyhow. . .i understand.