Perhaps the most beautiful things in this life are all the things that we can’t actually see. Take God’s “artwork“, for instance. To me, He is THE master artist of all infinity, and it’s all the things He keeps hidden from me that are just so intrinsically breathtaking to look at despite the fact that my eyes can’t see them. Yes, I know this sounds like some kinda bullshit, but it doesn’t mean it isn’t true!

Although I’m admittedly not a huge fan of “peopling“, I’m still in daily awe of this masterpiece I get to be a part of even though no one really knows or sees me in it. My divinely appointed soul is a part of every delicate and mysterious brush stroke, and while you can’t really see it, it’s there, and it’s magic! And YOU! You, TOO! Never forget that all of those things about you that you don’t think anyone notices ARE a part of this story. Besides, who doesn’t appreciate a good mystery anyway, right?

I guess what I’m trying to say is that maybe we should all just keep our proverbial eyes wired shut so that we stop being so worried about whether we’re doing enough, being enough, or even being “seen” at all. Oh, WE’RE IN THIS, my friends! Trust me, our unseen vibrations and fingerprints are IN THIS TO WIN IT! We just have to stop wasting precious time on all the lies that make us “sane” and always trying to make everything so fucking right. We need to make it back to ourselves, no one else, and the creation that unveils itself in that process is a thing to behold like no other priceless work of art ever made. Make it a powerful week, trying just looking with your eyes shut, and paint your canvas well.

EYES WIRED SHUT

I’ve thrown away, I’ve thrown away again the pills that make me. I’ve thrown away, I’ve thrown away again the chance – the want to change. I’ve thrown away, I’ve thrown away again standing all alone. I’ve thrown away, I’ve thrown away again. Eyes wired shut, running through my brain. Pulling back the skin. It happens, we’re getting older. Eyes wired shut, running through my brain. It’s all the same, but in the end, it keeps me coming. I’ve blown away, I’ve blown away again the fear of failing. I’ve blown away, I’ve blown away again the lies that make me sane. I’ve blown away the chance to make it right. I want to be. I want to see. I want to make it back to me! It’s time to face the way – a chance to talk and make some change. To make myself to think that things were better. {Edgewater}