You hear it all the time and you think you believe it because there is nothing not to believe. There is beauty in life. The world lights itself up to let your heart flee, and dims down to silence that brings hallucinations to restless souls. Slow down my love.

My summer has been wonderful. Being away and back home made something very clear to me. It has always been apparent to me that my life is very driven by my emotions and dreams. I strive to seek beauty and yes sure, we can all agree that life is beautiful. But do we understand what it means when we see it? Beauty has been so enforced to us as a society, as an image that is forcefully contrived. It's a word that is supposed to express a divine meaning that transcends our reliance of facts or determined definition to deem it so. So different from the kind of beauty has a constructed definition, that it seems we're all use to. What I find beautiful may not be beautiful to you. To experience something beautiful is an intimate and personal experience that is constructed by our own perceptions.

I remember once telling my best friend that we all are whatever we want to be. Cant you invent yourself in your head and play that role? Isn’t that what discovering yourself is about? Maybe the person who understands who I am is not myself. How do I know what and who I am, is who I am supposed to be, or if I am my own made up idea? We are all our own ideas. We are our numerous of ideas put together into one.