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remember what is good friends. One being, always, a belly full of wine.
Hello lovelies,
This is a post about the value of ugliness. (Art Credit at the end of this writing).
I feel like this past year might have aged me about 20 years. I feel somewhat mature, somewhat organized and yet completely lost.
I feel that my responsibilities have grown tenfold. This growth of responsibilities has helped me feel a weird sort of self worth. As if my “To Do List” is some badge of honor. Something to show off to others that I am valued in society.
Yet, I still experience myself struggling with my same problems. Strifes such as daily anxiety, negative self talk and strange avoiding strategies. I feel that I am barely keeping my head above water with all my new obligations and I am constantly letting people down. I also feel like my “humanness” is a weakness. As if being “tired,” “annoyed,” or “angry” are attributes of weakness rather than reminders that I am human.
I must ask, is this too much honesty? I cant be the only one plagued with these thoughts. Are we bonding yet?
I think there is beauty in this type honesty. Finding beauty in life is paradoxically too easy and too difficult. This world is consumed findig with beauty. Pretty pictures, pretty art, pretty blogs. We all must be pretty. We all seek out pretty. We want pretty things. We want to eat pretty food (aka good food). We want to be applauded for appreciating pretty things. Hence the amount of beauty blogs, life style blogs and feigned Instagram lifestyle posts. Seems to me that pretty equals value. This is NOTHING new. But there seems to be a new sense of gravity to this in regards to the amount of social media/communication that is available. If you post those pretty pictures, you will get that many “likes”. No one seems to like to admit it, but getting “likes” feels fucking good. Am I right? Am I the only one that fakes a picture of a happy life in order to convince those around me and myself that I am indeed very happy?
So if we constantly produce pretty things, where does all the ugliness fit in this world? Are we pushing it aside? If we are pushing ugly out, is it silly to ask where does all the ugly go?
Isn’t our day to day life filled with ugliness?. So if we lack to acknowledge our day-to-day doldrums, are we discarding the majority of what this life is about? Are there consequences to this? Does this fuel a sort of self-loathing?
The ultimate question is, are we blinding ourselves to an entire category of life? And if we are, what are the implications? Which brings me to another area of our society. Journalism.
I dont have cable and therefore a lot of the time I have to seek out my news. I try to read it, but often find my mind and body to too tired to keep on top of/sort through the surplus of information being pushed out. When I do, I am overwhelmed by how many negative stories are chosen. Car Crashes, shootings, business corruption. Murder. Rape. Cheating. Lying. Journalism often chooses to write about about humanity’s worst attributes. And I wont lie, the news plants an odd, confusing fear in me.
While I have a wild, unconditional love and trust for those around me, I also have a non-rational fear and skepticism about them as well. I’m scared of my fellow human beings. I’m scared of what they are capable of.
Anyways, there seems to be two polarized obsessions in our society. One for beauty in social media and one for ugliness in journalism.
I wonder what it means for us as “consumers of information.” What does it mean for our minds to be drowned in constant beauty and ugliness, yet very little in-between?
Also, what is better? Honesty, Beauty or Ugliness? We all say “honesty,” but then why aren’t sharing more of it? Is journalism supposed to show the ugly, is that what is honest? And is social media supposed to share what is pretty? To help us cope with the truth ugliness?
The mind reels. As always.
xo
PS In other news... I love the simplicity and loveliness of this painting above. Check her stuff out :) Reminds me that simple things make my mind feel calm. I would love to frame this and have it on a wall. Wouldn’t you?
Photo Credit:
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‘Painted Leaves’
I’m starting to really enjoy the colours I get from gouache. Prints and things available on society6.
Tired
I need more “me” time. I pour myself out 12 hours every day of the week and come home just exhausted and spent. The weekends are filled with prep and planning and figuring out how to not be spending 12 hours a day at school.
Hello Readers
So if you did not already know I have been blogging more consistently over at swissmissmegs.tumblr.com I was asked to make a blog for my trip through my university. So I started a separate one, don't be shy, go on over and read it if you want.
Any who, I am currently in Switzerland! It is pretty incredible and is proving to be a wonderful experience. I'm both exhausted and energized by this trip. Lots of learning going on.
During my time here I have been given a lot of time to simply think--for better or for worse. It also has been a time to become reacquainted with myself, which was a stretching experience. It also has been a time to recognize how blessed I am to come from such a wonderful community of friends and family at home. And also affirmed that I will not be able to ever live far from the ocean :)
So as I have been given this time to mull over my life it has reminded me of how little time I give myself at home to do this. Of course, I don't have a lot of time to spare, but the time I do have I am either rushing to meet someone or simply want to kick back in front of Netflix and simply not think at all. I feel like my busy life I sort of lost touch with my self. And part of my time here has actually been overwhelming because I have been thrown into this abyss rather than eased into it.
Anyways, I dont want to forget to give my self some time to breath at home. But not just breath, but intentionally breath. I want to intentionally use my time. That is something Swiss people do well. Every moment is used well. Rather it is for work or for leisure. They relax when they relax--none of this half relaxing like answering emails on vacation or at dinner. They also work when they work. I want to be able to separate my life into easily digestable components in hopes that I will be able to better use my time... decrease distractions, increase focus and motivation.
Anyways I think I need to start writing more goals for myself. I am realizing it is my nature to simply let the wind blow me to where it will. I think I want to start reigning my energy into projects. It's time to make a time line. It is time to invest in something more substantial... not for my career as a teacher, but as a human. As an artist.
Day Two in School
Today was the first day I felt at ease. And I have to say, even though Switzerland and I got off on the wrong foot, I see a future for us.
To me, Switzerland is like one of those familiar faces in a crowd of people. You know you have never seen this person before, but they seem so strikingly familiar. That is Switzerland. So familiar, yet is also a complete stranger.
"An airman shares a joke with his girlfriend as they dance at a dance hall," April 22, 1944
It comes in waves and seasons. I'm wondering where these boots are leading me now.
In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.
Buddha (via larmoyante)
One of the few things I will repost. This wonderfully encapsulates life. Thank you.
The smallest dances are sometimes the most precious.
I'm here.
I'm here.
I'm right here.
I'm here and I'm overwhelmed.
This world is so LOUD.
Overwhelmingly loud. Everyone is trying to be heard.
I'm trying to be heard.
Over screaming voices.
I'm one of millions of voices.
I'm one of millions.
Where do you find worth in that?
How do you find worth,
when you are spec.
But I'm here.
I'm here.
I'm here and I'm not leaving.
So I guess I will embrace this self.
This little spec of a self.
And I will be quiet.
I will be quiet because I cant stand for this world to be any louder.
I am quiet.
But I am here.
Quietly here.
As I look out my small apartment window and see gloomy weather, I long for the days of summer. I long for the hours on the beach, no obligations, no place to be other than soaking up the suns warm rays. I look at my calendar now and feel overwhelmed and sad.
As I look out my window, I wonder, I wonder if I will ever get the opportunity to feel that free again. And then a lump returns to my throat, similar to the lump I get when I know I made a wrong turn in a foreign city.
I know I made good decisions. I know I did. But then why do I feel this much regret. I wish I had thousands of lives to live. One just doesn't seem like enough.
Hi all. It's me Megs.
Things are brewing right now. As always. And somehow when things brew, I never have time to record it. Lots has been going on and lots has been happening. Keep in touch here.
After a dose of daily vitamin sea
Krusty krabs
Gone fishing with pat on his boat
One last one :)