Another Eiffel Tower I drew a few years ago. I have Paris on the mind lately. Maybe I should draw some more Parisian stuff.
Perfect is, by definition, perfect. But it’s also so boring. You get what you expect, like a roller coaster that goes in a straight line.
Beauty, however, is comprised of imperfection.
It’s because something is flawed that it is beautiful. It is because of the downhill that the roller coaster gets so much speed to go up the next hill. And that hill gives it the height it needs to get the next burst of speed.
Give me your imperfect self any day.
Give me a studder while reading your poem. Give me a smudge in your painting that you had to make into a blurry tree or street light or something that you didn’t expect putting in your painting until you smudged it. Give me a missed note in a recital, that causes you to improvise and recover and make a brilliant piece of music out of something pre-written. Give me a stress-induced giggle when speaking in public.
Give me a human being. I do not wish to adore a robot.
Making something that defies limitation, something that stands above the norm, because it was once below the norm… That is art, to me. It’s a part of our humanity. Highs out of lows, like the rise and fall of our breath. The blinking of our eye. The dimple on one side of our smile. The crooked teeth of an honest smile. The small flit of hair that stands out and sways when you cock your head in inquiry.
Flaws are amazing. Beautiful, beautiful imperfections.
You are flawed. And it is okay, because you are beautiful for it. Every light has its darkness. Sun casts shadow. But every darkness has its light. Shadow adds depth and texture and highlight.
Quit focusing on the dark, and instead, pay attention to what it emphasizes. Enjoy your limitations. Know that they merely emphasize what is so great about you.
Awesome! Random anonymous Xmas gift from someone who is apparently celebrating my move to Tumblr! Thank you, whomever you are!
An anonymous Christmas gift from someone who is apparently celebrating my recent transition to Tumblr
A picture of me holding a picture of me! Drawn by Luke, future artist and Star Wars expert
My last pep talk was apparently pretty popular. So in that vein, I thought I’d share one I just gave to someone earlier this evening.
This person was (actually, at the time of this writing, still is) sitting in a cafe near a person they thought was cute. They’ve seen this person a few times, had a few conversations, and now advice is being requested about what they should do.
…FUCKING TALK TO THEM! It’s not THAT hard!
“But, what if they say no?”
WHO CARES!?! Why are you rejecting yourself before they get the chance to? What gives YOU the right to get in their head? Let them decide if they like you or not. You owe them that!
So what if they aren’t interested in something more? But you know what? What if they ARE?
What if you go up to them and say “You know, we’ve shared some fun moments, I think. And I’d like to share a few more. Would that be okay?” And what if they say “Why, YES! That would be de-LIGHT-ful!” And you join them for coffee and you talk about movies and music and musicals and the way the word “snack” sounds and your favorite posts on Tumblr (like this one!) and that one crazy moment in that one video game that changed your perspective on interaction design and the Super Bowl and anything and everything?
You might make a new friend, and that’s pretty awesome. Hell, it might even get romantic. And if you don’t take a chance, you might never get to tell the story about the first kiss, and how it was quite possibly the best kiss you’ve ever had in your entire life. That magic… The spark that ignited when your lips met… Unlike any other kiss before it. And the dates to the library or the park or the movies or Paris…
Look, you already know how it goes if you DON’T do any of those things together, because you’re literally living that reality RIGHT NOW. All those things I just mentioned? You’re not doing them together right this very second. You’ve already seen that fate. And it’s BORRRRRING.
So try a new one. It MIGHT work out! You won’t know until you do something about it. And sitting there, doing nothing? That’s still doing something about it… Inaction is an action.
Sitting there scared that you might lose what little bit of cheerful interaction you currently share because you wanted to see if there was something more is a fool’s trade. If someone judges you negatively because you found them attractive, they’re not really someone you’re going to want to spend much time with anyway, are they?
Don’t be a ninny! Don’t let your fear of being turned down or looking silly or anything else that HASN’T HAPPENED YET get in the way of taking a chance! How do you know this person hasn’t been thinking the same thing about you?
Fear is healthy and expected, but it should never, ever control you.
Follow your heart.
(Followup: For the record, they’re going out tomorrow :) )
Tomorrow is another day.
The sun will rise,
The sun will set…
The earth will spin,
The sun still burns
It’s all as it should be.
Regardless of perception;
Regardless of how much it hurts…
Tomorrow is another day.
The sun will rise,
And the sun will set…
There is no escape.
And I say that not even a little reluctantly.
Trust me, I’ve tried.
I’ve grit my teeth.
I’ve blinked away the sweat from my brow.
I’ve screamed to whom I understand God to be.
To say I’ve tried to break free is an understatement.
It undoes the work
It subverts the effort.
I can’t escape.
I’m drawn to you.
I can’t break away.
And now I am held
Stretched beyond my physical being
Made thinner than thread
Pulled with you on one end
And reality on the other.
I can’t let go of this foundation I’ve found
And I can’t resist being drawn to you.
I’m sucked into the undertow
In sweet euphoria
I can’t —
I won’t —
Note to self: The question that comes before all other questions… (Also the mantra of More Than Words bookstore in Waltham, MA, a bookstore run by at-risk youth who all must ask that question of themselves before they start working)
I don’t get to be complete.
Not for a long time.
Because you made up so much of who I was
And every day
I find a little piece of me
That was actually a piece of you.
I have to cut it out
And wait for it to heal
Before I replace it
With whatever I am now.
But I want to thank you.
And I mean that sincerely.
It’s not every day
You get to remake yourself however you want.
And I get to do that.
Albeit, slowly and painfully.
But every day that I find another little piece of you
And I cut it out
I get one step closer to complete.
And it’s going to take a long time, yes.
But I’d rather spend the rest of my life becoming entirely me
Piece by piece,
Moment by moment,
Than another day
Knowing you’re still part of me.