2005-09-04
lovely L's
i am beginning to realize
the stars in the sky can be connected into a myriad of triangles, like the freckles on petie's legs
life is so amazing, incredible. i have come to notice this more over this past season more than any other time of my life. the feeling is inexplicable, or at least there is my excuse for not elaborating. ...maybe later...?
anyone will warm up to you if you are considerate enough to stay close, patient, and indirectly interested in them.
the only fundamental difference that i can conjure between me and other people is our perspectives. they see things differently than i do.
excuse me if this is all so obvious. i have to say that i never really thought about it. and i think it might allow me to have an overall better understanding and appreciation for all things.
my house doesn't feel the same way to you as it does to me. you have a different attitude about school than i do. your opinion of randomperson is not the same as mine- we see them differently.
so many facets of perspectives. the What that we see is not uniformily universal because the How is all differentiated. How affects the What. so What is so many things, not just one that i have always thought it to be.
this is my most rudimentary thinking level. that's why this is a journal.
i want to see the What How you do. i want that. many times over. i want an all-around better and multi-dimensional perspective on �how things are.� consider this; i shall.
Gatsby is beautiful. I am jovially immersing myself in it. I want to recount some of it here.
�A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding cake of the ceiling- and then rippled over the wine-colored rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.�
�He smiled understandingly- much more understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal resassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced- or seemed to face- the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed you as you would like to believe in yourself and asssured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.�
live possesses all the beauty and truth we could ever hope to desire and admire. you only need to look at a pinking sky to realize this, or watch someone you love enamor you even further in some seemingly minimal detail of their demeanor. pick up a fascinating novel and absorb the text. drive to a place in the dark and lay upon the unknown ground. let your feet soak a little. watch ducks and ponder the possibility that they have a soul, they are underestimated and they are a colony. consider the things only you know about yourself. observe people older than you and how they seem. make friends instead of enemies with things that get stuck in your hair. drive by a wedding, or more than one. let a dog lick you. Awesome. there is beauty and truth in all things. i try to appreciate it. i'll raise my chin to the skies and give up (literally), as you know i love to do. and yup, it's late, so i can hrumph a little at myself for writing like this once again, and then go to sleep. life, love (lust?), ludicrousness, learning, literature, and lisa herself await me. but bed first. 'night!
leesah-likes at 1:09 a.m.