I know I'm beautiful, to some extent. I have conventially attracitve features, and there are days of which i could admire my own soul. It doesn't really bother me though. I see it either as a tool or to experience oneself. I see beauty in tons of people, not neccesarily in a lustful way. More in a, i see your soul has shaped your features, that your way of moving about the realm we call earth is nothing short of the love you've carried or shall carry, wether detrimential or envigorating.
Should I now call myself arrogant? I could be seen as ugly on some days, but who cares.
The compliment "You're beautiful" is nice. Sweet and well intended when received from a loved one. I do, though, feel more loved when someone takes notice of me. Or asks a question. When you notice I care heavily about an otherwise boring subject. A doodle I make. The joke I shall inevitably tell. When you ask me about my dreams, even though we're strangers. Because what are strangers really, if not hearts yet unknown.
You can live around people, yet do not care about their inner world. Their innerclock work shall remain unbeknownst to you for as you do not ask for their time.
I love to percieve people. I know it is not the same as loving/knowing, but it is interesting. It makes a mundane day lighter, though that'a dependant of your own implications of your perceived observations. For me, it's usually positive, though thinking too hard about the world can put a strain on you. It makes the colors brighter, yet put a strain on your eyes.
I'm also aware i'm posting this into a void, this post doesn't even have a coherent conclusion. I just like writing and thinking. Though right now I should be sleeping. Even though this is into a void, it is not nothing. Just like the quantum principle i suppose. True nothing would create absolute certainty, and that does not exist, so there is always a possibility of something. So, hi something, thanks for reading. I hope you have a good day.
(I must disclaim that I am not a fan of quantum pseudo science, i'm more interested in the real thing, though I quite like this methaphor.)












