I actually think there are a ridiculous number of beautiful people in the world. When I say beautiful I mean really beautiful - like their insides are a wonderful mess of kindness, generosity, love and innocence. Encountering those people in the most ordinary or uncouth ways just reminds me of how beautiful this world is, and how beautiful humanity is. Sometimes I think to myself that there’s nothing more dark than the human heart, but at the same time, is there anything more beautiful? Sure the world is decaying and corrupting, and we’re bombarded with reminders of its toxic state, but sometimes, just sometimes there are those rare glimpses of beauty and lovely lovely people, and it just brings me to a standstill and opens me to how blessed I am to live life with eyes wide open to that kind of thing. I don’t think this is me being naive ><. I’ve lived life with enough pain to know beauty when I see it, and I think these invisible gestures are a perfect example of it.
This post is just word vomit, and I used the word ‘beautiful’ like 50 billion times, but its everything going through my head right now. :)