Crippled by a Glimpse...

Have you ever tried to understand or imagine our planet by just glimpsing at a globe?  It's impossible to comprehend such a magnitude in such a short time so why do we try the same with people?

For instance, sixteen year old Violet, new to her school and crippled with only one foot, she knows that every time someone sees her, they will almost always try to imagine what she must be going through. Those people are almost always wrong. Violet lost her right foot when she was hiking six years back, she slipped near the top of a fairly tall mountain and the damage was so severe doctors couldn't do anything.

Even without a foot, she stood tall and beautiful. Her sleek, dark hair reached just past her shoulders. Kind, emerald eyes and well rounded figure made her almost irresistible. It was the incomplete leg that scared the crowds.

Violet could never understand why people were so fearful of her, she didn't snarl at anyone and she was certainly very friendly whenever someone asked her for anything.

Being disabled was only good for a few things like easy parking for her mum, but when it came down to living normally, by going out to clubs, doing sport and being in the school play, Violet wasn't the happiest crayon in the box.

She could participate in the odd sport like swimming and archery but acting was really her dream. She loved going to the Playhouse and reading Athol Fuguard but there was never a chance to be onstage, until her school had a talk on the subject of safety.

Having heard it a thousand times before when she was still able to hike, she zoned out.

No one had ever heard about her accident, nobody really cared before.  No one knew that the emerald-eyed girl had been sporty and adventurous before her wheelchair - if there was a before in their eyes. No one had asked, until the Safety Officer she called Mom asked her to share.

If I die young

Just listen to the lyrics.. that's all I'm saying.

"Behind Every Beautiful Thing is Some Kind of Pain"

Creating art and recording history are two very similar things. Art is created with the inspiration or motivation of passionate feelings. Photo-journalism is an art; it starts with a change in history and the photographer merely records it to publish to the world so that they are aware of someones unfortunate happenings so they might be aware and try help in any way.

As an evolving civilisation we need this because without some kind of artist publishing some form of happening, no one will ever know what kind of tragedy is going on in another country, town or even someones life.

Many don't understand the importance of an artwork until it becomes a memory with a story hidden behind. Paintings always hold a story behind them and if someone doesn't know it - there's still a painting that shows a lot about how people are living or coping with whatever's going on.

If war photographers didn't go into Vietnam and capture a monk in flames, who would've known about it? He couldn't have done anything to save him, mainly because he was fighting for what he believed in.

Every photographer gets asked at one point in their career: if a man is drowning, would you capture the moment or would you save him?

That's when artwork gets out of hand.

Real-Eyes..

Every girl walks through life with a mirror in hand and no ones ever around to take it away. well it's time we made a stand for it! Take away the reflectiveness in water, take away the shiny windows, take away the image we dread. In fact, just replace our eyes with something that will see planet earth clearer!

We're all blinded by detailed thoughts that push at our mind, influence our choices, determined to make us crawl into a box. A wise man once said : Life is frittered away by detail. SIMPLIFY! SIMPLIFY!
I find that to be very convincing, as girls we look at a situation and add detail, we'll give it a whole story line if we must! But guys look at something and that's it, if its not plain obvious then its just not there.
Although when it comes to guys liking girls there must be some spirit person that just runs around putting goggles on the guys, their view becomes fogged up and all our girly imperfections are misted away. We can still see every flaw but they can't.

Someday when I plan to meet dear Cupid, I will ask him why? Why he does what he does? Why does he make and break hearts? Why he didn't give some of us a chance? While I'm at it I may aswell ask Aphrodite to be kind and actually share some of her beauty with the rest of us and not just her select favourites..

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it is better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring .-Marilyn Monroe(1926-1962)

Marilyn Monroe? this is the point where we scoff at how ridiculous it is for a beautiful lady to believe she has any form of imperfection, but its true even she felt ugly at one point in her life. We all need to get to a stage in our lives where we realise what everyones telling you is actually true. You ARE beautiful, you do have nice hair and cute freckles, you're eyes aren't deep shadowfilled holes, but the light that helps you see your incredible beauty.

The problem is, it takes one really specific person to actually make you realise that. And it's not always someone you walk past everyday.



As for now, goodnight pretties. xx