Circles. I find myself falling into their trap quite often; debatably as often as the shimmering moon rotates around the world. Life, full of beautiful dreams and grotesque nightmares, has taken a turn into the unknown recently. Beauty school will soon be starting for me, and I feel pressure as well as excitement wrapped around the thought of it; like a gift is bound and elegantly displayed for a special someone, before they rip the surface to shreds. It will help me get my head out of the distant clouds, and my feet back on the ground at least. Like a rose- dainty and lovely in its simplicity- is graced with seeds, humans are graced with judgments, and disappointments. The sophisticated pages of a book, fascinating in their individuality, are often tossed aside if the cover is not seen as being a masterpiece from the heavens. Beauty is indeed in the eyes of the beholder; nothing more, and nothing less.
As Pandora- overflowing with seductive qualities- opened her primitive pithoi; her forbidden box, all the evils of mankind inevitably escaped. Not intending to do so as a malicious act, her curiosity- in this case- did not exactly kill the cat, if you'll pardon the horrid expression. But it did threaten every living creature. Once the box was closed, the only thing that did not escape its crevices...was hope. We are all granted that simple gift, and- perhaps one day- I will stop dancing into dead ends; I no longer want to live my life prancing in circles.
Paris | xoxo