In The Eye of The Beholder......

We experience the same beautiful wondrous things in life the same way normal people do.

The perfect few seconds of quiet, reckless abandon, doubt, anticipation when the one you are infatuated with brushes their lips against yours for the first time......

The way the words fall from their mouths when they say you name...

The warmth of your favorite fuzzy sweater on a chilly Fall night....

The smell of puppies breath...

When the summer rain is so light it feels like carbonated bubbles on your exposed skin....

The salty breath of the ocean as it washes over you on the beach....

The security and calm of holding your loved one's hand as you walk down the street late at night....

Seeing your child's first smile....

Sipping warm cider by the fire place and snuggling up to a good book when the house is silent...

Laying in the grass and staring at the stars....

The perfect sunset, the smell of damp earth before it rains, the seducing rich taste of a hot chocolate......


We experience them the same way. But maybe we dwell on them longer. Maybe we cherish them more. Maybe because of the all of the ugly we see on a daily basis we clutch them so tightly to our chests our nails pierce the skin.

Because daily we suffer brutality form our own minds. Lies, deceptions, anxiety, confusion, and agony.....we hold dear the beauty we encounter. Maybe we appreciate the beautiful things more simply because we are so used to being confronted with the ugly things that our minds torture us with. We want to hear them. Smell them. Taste them. We want to devour the good and happy times in life because we are under no allusions that they are rare and beautiful. We want to touch them and grasp them. A sign that that there is something worth fighting for. That there is something to reach out to. Something that can possibly close the battle wounds and soothe the battle weary. Something that can glue back together our shattered parts. Our broken bits of soul. Things that could help makes us whole again......Maybe we cherish them simply because we have no other choice. Because not to would be giving up and we are too stubborn to give up........

So you see, we experience the beautiful things in life much the same way as normal people do, we just hold onto them like they are the last hope, the last dream, the last remembrance because for us they are.

We long to behold them. We long to be the eye of the beholder and finally behold something positive.
We long for beauty.

Neurotic Nelly