Monday, March 7, 2016

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Tuesday, March 1, 2016

The Beauty is in the Brevity

I came across this beautiful quote about a song by The National Parks that I love. The band's manager, Jacob Cutler, wrote a great article about one of the songs, which you can read HERE. In this article he states, "It's a song about those times when you have to let go of something really good because somehow you know that the very act of holding on to it would ruin it. You sense that brevity is intrinsic to its beauty."

Wow.

Right?

"Brevity is intrinsic to its beauty..."

Letting go of things can be so challenging. We resist change, we resist endings. But there are often things and situations that are best left before we have a chance to test their boundaries, to push them to the limit so much that everything breaks and falls apart and becomes irreparable.

I've held on to relationships when they are past their due date. It's expired. Both parties know it. And yet I refuse to give up. It's a sad pattern. But recently, I had an experience where I let go much earlier than I had wanted or planned to...and that has made all the difference in how I view the whole thing. I have nothing but positive memories and thoughts of this person. If we had continued, who knows if I could say that still? We weren't a good match for each other in a long-term lens, but he taught me so much in such a short span of time, and for that, I can now be forever grateful, with absolutely no hard feelings.

The beauty of the whole thing was in its brevity.

Monday, February 29, 2016

Graffiti Indeed

An ex of mine once said that blogs are just virtual graffiti. I was so offended back then, because I loved my blog.

But.

He was right.

Damn.

At least about my blog, he was right. And he'd never even read my blog. But I have. And I just reviewed all the crap I wrote on here through the years and it's true. It's akin to graffiti.

That's the sad truth about being a middle-class white girl: a lot of what I have to say isn't really worth saying. It's too basic. Too cliche. Too boring.

I need a platform, a cause, some experience, some passion.

But all I've got is a giant database of songs and song lyrics in my head and a penchant for over-thinking, over-analyzing, and letting myself get nostalgic.

So here it is folks: The graffiti diaries.

And for the first time ever, this post's title wasn't taken from a song. How...original...