Anything, remember, anything can inspire if you give a chance. Those little ideas that flicker through your mind or garlands instead of light bulbs on your head, red, green, blue, those balloons that lift you up if you allow - I call these quickspirations. Be as queer as your friends. A friend of mine who has been dead for centuries now says to "journey to myself". Now, I have been inspecting myself, I have been a judge to myself rather than those 12 juries, I have been a harsh friend to myself, never patted myself on the back. Damn, how on earth am I ever going to "travel to myself"? The irony of looking inside is actually about interacting with the outside world. You can only see your reflection on the people and things around you. You can only receive what you give. Simple. Plain. You might not feel like it. You may force yourself do things that bring chills up your spine, you may be heroes or do stupidities. You may be the worst kind of a masochist. Good news, noone can hurt a masochist more than himself! Eventually, our actions will reveal us to ourselves and not exclusively to ourselves. Our own grass will seem greener, though when you reach that point, it won't matter anymore. Blissful feeling when things matter only through the filter of love, peace and compassion. Thus "journeying to yourself" is finding SERENITY. Reaching the point of serenity is exposing yourself to the outside world, forgetting insecurities, knowing the bruises will heal. To find serenity you should enter a turmoil knowing that you will get through.
Beautifully out of place
She was beautifully out of place. Sometimes I believe she intended to be. Like the moon during the day.
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