I don’t recall if I’ve ever been to an art museum. But I can imagine what it’s like. I think of being so infatuated with the beauty of a single piece that I continue to return without self control. Just to share a few moments with something so beautiful that I can’t find even somewhat comparable to any other thing I have ever seen. I would like to imagine a world where I would one day have that all to myself. To get lost in the sight of beauty for as long as I wish. To have and to hold, for my own. I dream, but can you blame me? It’s not every day that you find such inspiration. For such a gorgeous form of art is truly one in all of the world, I would say a million however that is nowhere near enough.
I know there’s no such thing as perfection. I understand that with time all things break. That many believe that beauty fades in time as all things do, in a way.... However have you ever stared at a sunset, and landscape, the ruins of a once well defended castle, it’s these that help me understand that beauty is not as simple as what we first perceive. That there is something misunderstood. That not all beauty is on display, but simply left hidden deep beneath the surface waiting to be discovered. The beauty that I seek, that we should all be searching for, is simply something that calls to each of us. I silent understanding. The way a painting speaks isn’t always with the colors and flair, but the canvas and the feeling that was once poured into it by the artist.
We all have the power to create
We all have the power to see beneath
We all have the power to find that what calls to us
So let’s do our best to bring, find, and listen to the beauty.
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