time.

so much is happening to me.
so much that i can't even see.
so many words of wisdom that i am trying to be.
catch me if i should fall.
and even more so while i'm standing tall.
my head is spinning around and it's making me dizzy.
i'm spinning around and it's making me ill.
you don't understand what i'm going through just to find a way to climb.
it'll be in my own time.
whispering thoughts in all different ways.
that i'm in a daze.
in my own time i'll take a chance.
in my own time i'll find romance.
in my own time.
it'll be mine.
after the clouds there'll be the rain.
after the sun there'll be the moon.
it doesn't matter.
because it will be in my own time.

beauty

In Washington, DC, a violinist played four Bach pieces for 45 minutes. Some 2,000 commuters hustled and bustled by the artist - few paid any attention to the performance, and even fewer stopped (except for a handful of children who were all quickly reprimanded by their guardians).
Of the 2,000 people, 20 gave money and then hurried off. 6 paused.

The whole situation was a social experiment orchestrated by the Washington Post. The violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most gifted musicians in America. Two days earlier, he had sold out an entire theater in Boston. His instrument was worth some $3.5 million. The pieces he played were some of the most intricate ever written.

And only 6 people paused.

If we can overlook such obvious and rare beauty, can you imagine the more subtle things we’re missing? Even when beauty slaps us in our face, we tend not to recognize it. There are no excuses.

We need not wait for a talented musician in disguise. Beauty is here and beauty is now.

Take a second to look around you. Look at the shadows that crawl across your room or office. Look at the folds of your sheets. Look at the raindrops dancing across your window. The gentle creases in your hands. The dust on your bureau. The socks on your feet. The air in your lungs. This is beautiful.

Can you see it?

overheard

walking down a street past two kids.

kid 1: is that a boy or a girl?
kid 2: a girl, I think.

die.

?

why does jealousy suck so much?

i'm done.

let the game swallow me up.

Faces