I feel like I’m underwater with an anchor to my foot. Like I’m in the middle of the woods lost and surrounded by a forest fire. Like I’m hanging on the edge of a cliff, loosing my grip. A dark room closing in on me. I feel like I’m constantly falling and I don’t know how to stop myself.
Life is a struggle. It’s hard to live in a world where you can’t decipher good or evil. Love or lust. Friend or foe. Real or fake. Trying to survive in a world of so much unknown. And all you are is atoms living among other atoms. A creature living among the beasts that try to prey on you. A living being trying to find a place in the world but in reality it’s hard when you’re just a speck in the universe. Spending years trying to find your guiding stars and fighting your demons along the way. Life will always be a work in progress.
A beautiful person is usually defined as an idealistic image of someone’s external being. But how can you judge someone on their beauty from just the outside. Being beautiful for me is someone who can make a person smile when they can barely smile themselves. Someone who has confidence in themselves even when others dont. Someone who sees the postive in everything and everyone. Somebody who gives to others when they don’t have much of their own. Someone who cares deeply. Loves unconditionally. Someone who has faith in the world. A person filled with beauty has a tender heart. They have a beautiful soul. And are a beautiful being.