i had a thought-provoking conversation this morning with a dear friend about seeing beauty & art in states of ruin and destruction. we were talking about how pain is often romanticized in art and how pain “sells.” this very blog is a small sample sociological experiment in this; my somewhat dark & painful posts typically get the highest amount of readers & comments.
but there’s a fine line between relating to pain and letting it become an obsession, a place to wallow. it can be easy to get into a cycle of despair and even perpetuate the sense of hopelessness that we all feel at different times in our lives. but that isn’t really very healthy. and in that cycle there is a much more harmful and subtle potential for destruction that is very sad. so while i have certainly tried to be authentic in sharing & acknowledging my own struggles with pain, depression, “the dark side,” loss, etc…i’ve also tried to balance that with focusing on the healthy process of rebirth. because at the end of the day, a little ruin is healthy, beautiful even, but only in as much as we learn from it. only in as much as we take the bare walls, the rubble, the broken bits of brick…and build something better.
he has sculptor’s hands – warm, soft, nimble – and they mold all that they touch. if blessed to hold his hand, you’ll feel deep growth within yourself; a revelatory sense of calm removes something that has been holding you back, reforming it into an impetus for sustainable reconciliation.
take a walk with him and you’ll hear the wisdom of the ancients. as you spin on his wheel you’ll find yourself listening with a new sense of openness. because he is an ambassador with a message carrying the power to transform frail internal monologues into universal dialogues.
no matter what our purpose, no matter what our use, we are still all that we are and could be.
no matter what our history, no matter what we’ve become, we will always need true love.
no matter what we’ve overcome, no matter what growth we’ve constructed around us, we all have fears.
no matter what we know, no matter how much responsibility we have, we stop being able to teach the moment we stop learning.
no matter how dark life may be at times, no matter what ruin we embrace, the true beauty is found in our ability to rise up anew.
…so herald & cherish every place in the cycle. and if your revolution is at an impasse, place yourself on a new wheel.
“…a place for me…”
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