Thursday, November 16, 2006
The Growing Bubble
Growing up. It's seeing the same things in a different way i guess. But it keeps changing you know,inkilings of the past do remain...but... It's like, i'm a dust particle in a bubble, which eventually pops.Only, i find myself in another bubble, a larger bubble. Things that couldn't be seen past the bubbly exterior of the old bubble make themselves known in the new one. And eventually, i drift to the edge of the bubble, and me, being of non- soapy nature, pops the bubble.Only, again, to find myself in a new universe of ever expanding bubble.And within that bubble, the air that was contained in the old bubbles mingle freely with the air of the new.And that, i guess, is growing up.
Or, you might say, it's a perpetual metamorphosis from cacoon into insect, only to find that you're still within a cacoon, to be made member to the insect world after you shed. Again. And Again. I find it...saddening, that things from your past are all diffrent when you 'grow up'. Like, Barney for example.Once, he was fun and songs and joy. Now, he's just a huge purple homosexual dinosaur.
They say that when you look at a Rembrandt now, and again in twenty years, you're gonna see it differently. I don't think for a second it's just paintings that this occurs in.Like the sky, you know?It's unparalled beauty, every cloud formation, a gift, a delicate painting, from God to you. You just don't take notice.Am I the only one who can continue to look upon beauty,just as it is?
"And I try to remain wholesome in a bootilicious world."
-Me.
