Sunday, February 24, 2008
An Entry in My Journal I Found Tonight
Everything in life is infallibly beautiful. God makes everything beautiful to me. Every light is made soft and radiates pure, aesthetic beauty, every breeze prickles my skin and raises my hair with love, every story seems tragically beautiful—enough to make me tear at the smallest triumphs—every part of every city seems to have the potential to become the set of youthful, meaningful actions, every person I meet instills such a curiosity in me of their thoughts, feelings and experiences; even the most hideous of people, whether made that way by physical or mental disfigurements, seem to be a beautiful creature. All of this is because God created it, and it is my prayer that God allows me to show the world the beauty it is constantly missing.
Friday, February 1, 2008
New Year
2008 has been awful. Words have no place in the experience of the past month, but it has made anything other than surviving in life impossible. I have had no trace of motivation within me to even attempt to post anything or even write anything other than the bare minimum of my journal. I feel obligated, though, to at least update anyone who has seen nothing of the sort for the past two months. Save the Feeling is teaming up Philip White's Daylight's Saving EST to become Save the Feeling EST. Our zine should be out at the beginning of march, so look out. Please send more... anything really-- anything inspirational or beautiful.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Thoughts
I am very sorry for the unbearably long amount of time I have left this project untouched. So in order to get myself back into neutral from this recent hiatus of writing and examining, I am posting a note I made to myself while I was in detention.
Sitting next to a boy of a heavy, obese nature—not too unhealthy, but clearly overweight. At the start of our knowledge of one another’s existence, I thought that he belonged to the small group of people I have spent the last four years looking down upon. The unknowing, ignorant, feigning masculinity, redneck types. But when he opened his mouth, a voice escaped that projected none of my previous judgments. He spoke with a modest, unassuming, nearly inaudible sigh. His self-consciousness permeated into his voice and in the instant he spoke, I felt such vast love for him and hate for myself for my judgment and ill acceptance.
Sitting next to a boy of a heavy, obese nature—not too unhealthy, but clearly overweight. At the start of our knowledge of one another’s existence, I thought that he belonged to the small group of people I have spent the last four years looking down upon. The unknowing, ignorant, feigning masculinity, redneck types. But when he opened his mouth, a voice escaped that projected none of my previous judgments. He spoke with a modest, unassuming, nearly inaudible sigh. His self-consciousness permeated into his voice and in the instant he spoke, I felt such vast love for him and hate for myself for my judgment and ill acceptance.
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