Love.

I would love to know why there is the idea that one must find love, let alone find love at such a young age. I am a young woman, perhaps older than the number that depicts the years that I have spent on this earth and I find myself often wondering why this pressure exists. Who says that to be happy, or to be fulfilled one must have a man (or woman) beside them? Why can they not behold a world full of power without someone always there? And along with the idea that there must alway be someone else why is the pressure put onto people so young? The idea that one must find the person that they love and want to be with before they are lets say 25. Who says there is anything wrong with finding love when you are 50 or 100. Love will always be there not matter what age you are. That is it will always be there as long as you are open an allowing of it to enter your heart. This is all easy for me to say because I have never had a boyfriend, and at  age 18 I still am waiting for the perfect first kiss. There have been times when I have cried because I have felt defective or out or the norm because of this. But then the time comes when I snap out of that mood and realize that I am so thankful that I still have that. Call me a dreamer, or someone who believes in fairy tales but I do. To me I know that if I wanted to go out and just kiss any guy I see or perhaps "hook-up" I could, but thats not me, not what I want. I want to know who I am...Want to find my balance and show how strong I am. How powerful. 

And there will come a time, you'll see with no more tears.

This is a song that I love, and find extremely relatable. 

After The Storm Lyric- Mumford & Sons

And after the storm,

I run and run as the rains come

And I look up, I look up,

on my knees and out of luck,

I look up.

Night has always pushed up day

You must know life to see decay

But I won't rot, I won't rot

Not this mind and not this heart,

I won't rot.

And I took you by the hand

And we stood tall,

And remembered our own land,

What we lived for.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.

And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.

Get over your hill and see what you find there,

With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And now I cling to what I knew

I saw exactly what was true

But oh no more.

That's why I hold,

That's why I hold with all I have.

That's why I hold.

I will die alone and be left there.

Well I guess I'll just go home,

Oh God knows where.

Because death is just so full and mine so small.

Well I'm scared of what's behind and what's before.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.

And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.

Get over your hill and see what you find there,

With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.

And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.

Get over your hill and see what you find there,

With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

After The Storm Link...

Cry.

And sometimes we cry and we don't know why. We cry for each other, for ourself, for people we don't even know and probably never will know. Music transports your emotions, somewhere other than where your reality lies. I cry. I cry for you. I miss you Taylor, anytime I realize that I am crying and I don't know why, trust me when I say it is routed to my deepest despair and pain of loosing you. You beautiful, beautiful girl. 

Friendship.

Even though we've change and we're finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're no all still friends. 

Unrecognizable.

Ever look at someone you have know for an eternity and realize that you don't really recognize them? You look at a picture, look at it as if you are someone else, look at them through the eyes of others...they no longer become the person that your perception has made them. Perhaps more beautiful, perhaps not. You see who they really are. Reality. 

The Birth of Every Little Beauty

I have wanted for some time to create a blog that will simply be about what I find beautiful. What I enjoy, what I love... what makes me smile. I want my blog to potentially bring a smile to the faces of others while at the same time allowing me to share what I might other wise not with the majority of people. This is my space, a visual adaptation of my mind. Have fun.