A flower vase is a pretty sight for everyone. Pretty, poise and perfect. But that’s not art, is it? You may say it’s pretty but that thought lasts only for that moment. You see it, but you never look.
For that matter, you look at a pretty, poise and perfect girl and find it a pretty sight too. But the question is, do you appreciate that sight? I’ll leave you there.
Anything perfect gets only that momentary praise. For that compliment to turn into appreciation, it needs something more.
The mind will always find perfect pretty, but never more than that. Why?
Appreciation comes from imperfection. A vase is looked up at only for inspiration for a perfect art class project submission. It’s not looked at as art.
The mind appreciates things it can relate to. Anything broken. Being broken is never bad, as broken is what we are.
All my life I was told I am different. Sometimes it was appreciated, sometimes not so much. I was told I had energy unparalleled, sometimes appreciated, other times not. Some people tell me how much they admired me, some said I couldn’t be understood. Ever since I was a child, I was told being different is good. In school, I was told different people tend to make better lives for themselves. In movies, I was shown that the protagonist is always, well, different. These notions influenced my perspective towards life, making me crave the feeling of being different. Having said that, I was never treated like I was different, challenging my notion of me being “different”. However, sometime back I realized that I was never treated like I was different because no one wanted me to know how different I am. Every time something nice happened to me, every time I said something exceptional, people tried to normalize how exceptional these things were. That is when I cou...
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