Recently I came to the conclusion that our body's are perfect, it's taken a long time! The fact is we are all truly beautiful and diverse in shape and size. I no longer look at the symmetry; lips, forehead, broad or narrow faces, chins, noses, jaw, eyes, cheekbones, how clear and smooth is the skin; how tall or small the frame.
I've come to realise that over time, these comparisons are a form of physical nostalgia; just a combination of shapes reminiscent of the many people we have loved or admired throughout our lives, and that our body image has become a measure of our perception of our physical self, our feelings, our positively and our desires.
I've come to the conclusion that all vessels embody the beauty of the individuals they carry; because everybody is both body and soul.
If you walk A mile in my shoes You may feel it as an adventure If you walk next 10 miles You may feel something new And if you walk for a whole week About 30 miles or more You will know The enjoyable way to take steps And If you walk for a whole month You will know the core of life All that one needs
I walk most often To get myself recharged Just what I need Right at that moment
Air guitar, mellow, loose breezy shadows on the rock outside my window, where life, barely modified by my observation preserves the old learning in each living thing, seen through my window?
While idly listening to the audiobook The Attention Merchants, actively attending the attention economy makes all things common, there fore short attention spans are evolved to meet words where they hurt, and kiss it, make it better. --- or as that feels in the typical virtualviral conscience.
Is there time in our life to have To have that extra That extra something That extra something that makes us smile That smile that creates a happier self A self that gladly spreads the happiness along Along to others Others that without that smile Without that smile, they would be Well, they would be frowning Who wants to be frowning when everyone else is smiling... Just saying
A misplaced comma, an misused apostrophe; what some call extra skin, not fat, but a flap. The military calls it a redundancy, although some find it repugnant. A synonym for excess, a form of alienation; disgust.