The Ugly Owl Sanctuary

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to exist only to be consumed

that's living the dream they say

where does my heart belong

when all the chants of my name are not enough

for the soul to fly up to the stars

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to exist only to be consumed

what a privilege they say

to be surrounded with beauty and glamour

to be well aware of the effect of all that you do

and how they all love you

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to exist only to be consumed

but never understood

to be watched, but never seen

to be dreamed of, but never the dreamer

sometimes I wonder if I even exist

other than in the fantasies of others

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but in this world

the prince must rule

the show must go on

do not care about the casualties

because life is so good

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the hunger consumes the weak

but to the one who owns the stage

the whole world is a theater

and so in the rain I dance

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to exist only to be consumed

I know you like what you see

and I don't mind you watching

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and yet

to exist

only to be

what a dream

a distant, distant dream

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The Ugly Owl

A person I deeply appreciate made a painting.

He was joyfully proud of it when he showed it to the world.

The comment he got was — “the owl is ugly”.

I saw the exact moment when the joy and pride died in his eyes.

I cried.

I wanted to be able to take that hurt away from him.

But the issue is-- as a fellow INFP, I know you cannot take it back. The words were said, the wound was inflicted, and the painting is now forever ruined.

If it was me, I would have trashed the painting.

And no amount of encouraging words could undo the hurt.

But if I could reach out to him-- and knew he would hear--

i would say:

“The owl was perfect.

It was yours.

And do you know what was even more perfect than your owl?

The joyful pride in your eyes.

I was so happy and proud of you when you showed your art; I was cheering you; I was rooting for you -- so hard.

Was the owl photorealistic? No.

Was that the point? Also no.

Did I care? Yes. I cared about the fact that it was created by you; and it was your expression of yourself - and it was PERFECT in that way.

I wish you never again have to change who you are for some assholes who don't even give a damn about your soul.

I also know that wish cannot be granted.

I know gentle hearts as ours, yours and mine, will get trampled in the world. And I hate it for you. If I could, I would protect you from all and everything. Because one of us has already had their deal of it. If I could save you from ever experiencing the same - I would.

But the owl, it was perfect.

It was you.

And I was so proud.”

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This blog is a tribute to that “ugly owl” that was perfect.

This blog is a sanctuary to everyone who has ever been forced to lose that spark.

Here — all ugly owls are welcomed. And more than that.

They are celebrated.