Things to live for . . .

I received a saying today, that struck a chord with me: Be proud of who you are.

Not all that unique right? Right, but definitely poignant. Definitely thought-provoking and to tell you the truth, this is what I will accomplish today. Funny how a small piece of paper can make one smile for hours . . .

Adding to this bliss (excellent and maybe short lived) while I sit in my own stupor, trying to figure out whether I am coming or going, smiling or frowning, loving or leaving, I need something to focus on. I need more good. I feel driven today, to love myself and love this life, crazy or not.

From this day on, I will comment on something that I find completely perfect and flawless.

Got it? Here goes . . .

#1: The sky. Even while dark and dreary, there is a sense of drama that it contains that is simply and complexly encapsulating. So stare at that big sky even if only for a moment and try, just try to find something wrong with it. I dare you.

I leave you on this note; just like the sky, you and I are perfect. Perfect and unique and no one can change that.

Flexuality

I feel like a rubber band, taut, stretched between two worlds.
I bend and I am pulled thin, purposeful.
I am relaxed and I am careless, meaningless.
I wait for the day when my elasticity is spent. When my meaning is used, over, done with and I am in a certain state, albeit a state of nothingness, a state.
Flexuality;
Caught between two worlds, two people, two sexes, two orientations, two . . .
Caught, pulled taught, stretched and bending any which way the world decides you should from month to month, day to day, hour to hour, moment to moment . . .
Caught between mind and soul, want and desire, contentedness and passion, curiosity and knowing . . .
This is a term I coined. This is a term that is at the forefront of my existence . . . the epitome of my fear.