It drives me crazy sometimes but I feel like I need to re-evaluate the way I think about spirituality. Not saying that anything is correct or not, but I keep forgetting that some people actually believe in things. I mean, I always advocate for believing in all of its raw unbearability and strength (keep up with my typos, my fingers are still frozen from outside) but I would like to actually experience something that is as raw as belief claims to be.
It's invigorating to pick up a black soft notebook and think man, this could be my bible. That is actually hp seven for me, I have the adult version and I took off the paper wrapping so that it's black. Now I sound like a complete lame-ass, but, really, I'm talking about my bible here, so judge if you must but I'd rather take something written in fiction, or written by me personally than something that disregards progres and refuses to evolve.
I would put my trust in evolving and unfolding before something that claims to be something that its not. Isn't lying a sin? I'm no person of faith by any formal means of any kind shape or form, but I do believe in people, and if the people want to believe in the divine all power to them.
Atleast they seem passionate about something. I guess that's how I'm going to have to look at it. I'm coming more and more apt to continue on in graduate studies in reneissance as everything else sems to be unfolding what with descriptive poetry and the humanist movement, I feel like I shouldn't have been born in the thirties but should have been born alongside the ethical people de Reneissance.
A confusing concept to me has always been my belonging. I don't feel like I belong in many places, and it's hard for me to come about trusting a place long enough to truly belong there amongst my own thoughts and feelings towards it. I belong here though, sitting in the bullring on campus amongst some random bluegrass and people. The bathroom is bright red, when I grow up my bathroom will be bright red too.
And George Harrisosn is watching over me, smiling because he always knew best. He did, really. I feel like I'm a fangirl for all four nowadays, since I came to terms with Ringo's nose and Paul's dance-y contemporary bs he's been pulling lately.
(It was written that I woulld love you, from the moment I opened my eyes)
If you don't know that song you should, it's important. It's important to me to know a lot, know mostly and know in-depth-like. Know things that are important but unimportant. Know details, know why it's cold outside. I don't delve into accuracy, but I delve into the you and me, the everyday, the smiles on people's faces and the fog on his glasses. I would rather know the ingredients of you chai tea latte then any answer you wrote on your last test.
Why dwell over the insignificant details, descriptions, the now, when the now is so beautiful through a different lense? I'd rather know your favourite memory than your pant size, and that's just the way it is.
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