In pursuit of beauty unfound ~

Poetic aesthetic of AurēliusZĭ https://www.instagram.com/ziaurelius/

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2017 Chinese Astrology Horoscope Zodiac Calendar, Baby Gender Prediction, Love Compatibility Match Wedding, Career Money, Farmer Almanac, Palm Reading

I love horoscopes a little bit too much. Do I believe in them? I’m not sure. I learned physics and philosophy and the theories of existence, enough to tell me that precognition is classed as a physical impossibility, and yet here I am wanting to know more about the future. Life is strange.

PS This site is offering free reports XD XD

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http://www.weareresonate.com/2016/08/feature-open-letter-mr-zhang-yimou/ I wrote something

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#Moriarty is king #Sherlock #BBC #bbcsherlock #Funkopop #funko

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Squirrel p2: I IS SNAKE! #squirrel #animal #nature @uofmichigan

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An ode to who I am. It's the first time I've done two full pages without guidelines, and I must say im pleased with the result 😃 Perhaps I will post the full text one day. #calligraphy #writer #inspiration #flying #handwriting #calligrafia #art #arte #西方书法 #书法 #西方

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I wonder what he was thinking... #squirrel #umich #nature #animal #cute

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1000 flowers but not one like you <3 #flower #nature #art #umich

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Ten thousand demons I slew/ for one beautiful moment #poetry #calligraphy #writer #poem #poet #art #calligrafia #calligraphe #西方书法 #书法 #poesie #poesia #arte #iapologizeforthecrookedness

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I saw this adorable little bunny on my commute today... 😍😍 He was a little bit bigger than the size of my fist and munching tiny green leaves 😍😍 #bunny #nature #cute #adorable #rabbit #baby

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Who says the only #art you make out of #fountainpens is calligraphy? #flowers #flower #fountainpen #nature #drawing #ink #calligraphy #artista #fiore #fleur #artiste #calligrafia #arte #calligraphe #experimentaltagginginotherlanguages

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I could pay attention in stats class, but that would be boring. This is a modified old English alphabet. You can see that the angular letters lend themselves well to being jammed together to save space, though I haven't exactly jammed them here. This jamming is useful for fitting as many words onto a page as possible, which was desirable when paper was harder to come by and more expensive. #calligraphy #statistics #oldenglish #art #history #someofthisiknewbeforewikipediahahaha #writing

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If you listen to workout music while doing calligraphy... Spacing annoys me. #falloutboy #calligraphy #thephoenix #art #unicalscript #phoenix #lyrics #fountainpen

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Unical script, which is thought to have evolved from late Old Roman cursive. The version I'm learning is sourced from a manuscript supposedly found in the tomb of English saint Cuthbert. Unicals typicals consist of only a single case - so no lowercase letters. They are also more rounded than older scripts, because writing surfaces got smoother and therefore made rounded letters easier to construct. #calligraphy #unicals #manuscript #history #ireadmostofthisonwikipedia #art #writer #poet

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Fear of nothing has many meanings. I fear nothing, I cry, and I am invincible - or am I? On one hand fear of nothing is hubris, to tragically fear nothing and to fall victim to yourself. On the other hand it is the fear of the unknown, the fear of becoming nothing, the fear of the nothingness that surrounds the future and the past and the world around us. Which nothing do you fear? Or do you fear all of them? #philosophy #writing #writer #poetry #calligraphy #art

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Often I find that I am looking for descriptions that do not exist, thoughts that have passed me by, dreams on the tip of my tongue. I've been attempting to collect these perplexing mental morsels by listing extreme opposites, adjectives, and other words, only to find that I have created a false dichotomy. Hmm. #philosophy #poetry #writing #something #confusedziyangisconfused #poet #calligraphy

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#p-hat #statshumor #statisticshumor #stats #statistics

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The Magic Begins

This is a really bad nightmare. No, nightmare is too strong. Those are sometimes beautiful, those make you afraid, this isn’t really that much based in fear as it is on uncertainty. What have I become in comparison to my past? What have the people that I once knew become? Who are we all in this immensity? Chi siamo noi in quest’immensita’? HAHAHAAAAA I CAN ITALIAN WHAT INTELLIGENT WORDS I SPEAK TO DISTRACT FROM MY FEARS. It’s just that now that I’m here in the past I can’t quantify how much I’ve changed, or even if I have changed.

Oh the ghost of middle school.

Yes, this petty little girl is afraid of her middle school, because being here makes her feel small, humiliated, confused and useless all over again. Being here is reliving, reliving the worse of being, and maybe that’s why I can’t set foot in any swimming pool again without chlorine sickening my stomach and collapsing on the stairwell.

That’s another story though. I’m here to reframe. I’m here to appreciate the happy, the beautiful, the little magical things in life that are as integral to me as the pieces of paper on which I scribble.

I’ll go back to Thursday, when I had the phone interview with Britta. She was an incoming master’s student and I was her interviewer, trying to seek compassion in the people that I was talking to.

She said that she’d worked at a camp for kids with cancer. She said that she’d been the assistant director.

But I asked her about compassion. Symbols, stories, and the biggest impact that she’d had, and that was when it started. They wanted to make the camp Disney. They wanted to make it pure magic, and every single member of it, from the counselors, to the parents, to the kids themselves, to the maintenance staff were told that. Especially the maintenance staff. People tend to forget all about them, but she did not; instead she trained them through the lens of creating a magical place for the little kids. She had them sit with the kids at lunch; interact with them on a firsthand basis. She infused their work with meaning, and through that the camp became a more beautiful, magical place.

All this and she’d never thought of it in terms of compassion. All this and I kept asking iterations of the same question, challenging her to think critically and complicatedly about how compassion was employed in the workplace.

We both walked away from that phone call feeling good. She said so herself, and I felt it too: I’d shed light on a new part of her, a part that she had not necessarily realized was there.

That was beautiful. That was magical. That was the light of life, shining into another person, shining so brightly that they had to absorb it and understand just how wonderous they were.

That was what I live for.

 The lesson here is that some things cannot be said.

I cannot tell you that you are beautiful, or that you are smart and have you believe the depth of my admiration. However, if I could reroute your thought process – ask you questions to make you think through your intelligence, or your beauty, or your compassion, or your wonder, or any other beautiful part of you as a person things might very well change. By having you mentally process the actions that you took through the frame of intelligence, or beauty, or compassion, or whatever it is that we’re looking for, you are able to see for yourself how these actions can be interpreted in terms of the compliment.

It no longer is a compliment.

It’s what you are.

And hence the magic begins.