Beautiful mess
Beauty.
It's our answer to misery.
Or the attempt to survive death.
An invitation to dream as to become present.
An ode to life as to what's already dead.
The symbiosis of chaos and order.
While beauty expresses the longing for awe,
it helps the soul to find a ground to linger.
Most time of day is spend in mind or moving the body through space.
From bed to kitchen table to car to desk to lunch table to desk to car to kitchen table to sofa to bed.
Mind always wandering in between these spaces
Time travelling.
From the bed to our past relationships or trying to structure the work left undone on ones desk.
From the kitchen table to the last romantic night out or the business meeting ahead.
Going back and forth, never resting, never enough.
Beauty the only thing that saves us from this emotional roller-coaster of trying to figure out, fix, solve or being overwhelmed.
Being then overwhelmed by beauty is different.
A sensible sensation of transcendence.
Sometimes way too much.
Sometimes quiet.
Sometimes quite unreasonable.
Sometimes as litte as possible.
A beautiful mess.
We are.
Life is.
