I can find the beauty in you.

I appreciate the little things.

I can vary between taking in the big picture, and noticing the minute details. Sometimes I’m torn between the two, and never more so than when I’m trying to get a feel for a person.

While I may behave as a fatalist at times, I really do prefer to see the good in people. This occasionally gets me into trouble, as I am naturally trusting, and therefore I can feel enormously let down when someone fails me.

I use “when” because it’s inevitable. Other people’s priorities will never fully align with my own, and I understand that. However, I can be severely surprised when I realize we are on totally opposite ends.

I can still find the beauty in you, even if we rarely see eye to eye.

I don’t believe in a particular god. I don’t follow any particular creed, just my own findings about life. I’m feeling my way through the mire, and so far I am still hopeful that each person has some spark of goodness, of kindness. I’ve encountered those who radiate warmth, and I’ve even met a few who seem engulfed by the flames of their love for all Life offers.

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars…”
– Jack Kerouac, “On the Road”

My aim is to find more of them, and also to be one of those individuals. I think I have the potential, though I know I have the tendency to feel overwrought at times.

I just want to explode. I want to feel everything, see everything, meet everyone.