I have written this journal so many times. I was always afraid that I was going to wake up tomorrow and it wouldnt be true.
But it is true. It's been true for weeks for months almost now. I am happy.
Happiness born of an almost intrinsic belief in the control I exercise over my life and my happiness.
The knowledge that happiness is not something to be found but a choice we make every day.
I think I finally see now that perfection is inherently imperfect that we have to find perfection in the imperfect.
My portrait project has been quite simply life changing. More than I could have hoped for, the people I have met have have had a profoundly positive effect on my life. The people I have had long conversations with on park benches, empty parking lots, busy street corners, under bridges, they all surprised me to be honest, because what I found impressed me. I found little bits of myself in each of them and I found ways that I wanted to be better, saw things from perspectives I had not considered. I see each one of these people that I conversed with as a lens by which they were kind enough to let me see the world through and by seeing the world thru their eyes I have come to see mine more clearly as well.
Strangers: A Portrait Project
laliusl.deviantart.com/gallery…I believe in a world of beauty and happiness. Not because it is inherently that way but because I perceive in that fashion. I think we can construct our own utopia with imperfect materials and find perfection in that imperfection because that is our condition, to always be searching for perfection knowing that struggle will be our constant companion. Love it. Live it. Share it. Life. It's what we have. It's all we have.
Make it your own.