Just

Beauty sort of, lends itself to being shared, when I see something that affects me I often go straight to thoughts of others, how they would like to see what I’m seeing, to experience it, relationships are a bit like that for me, we offer the world around us to one another, our own little detailed worlds, with every person I’ve ever felt close to, wanted to feel close to, every friend, I go about things the same way, I show them how I live, and they show me how they live, it’s, strange to find such enormous disparity between what I suppose ought to be very similar people, similar examples might be the better word, outside of the both being humans they’re just a similar example due to situational details outside of their biology.

It’s a beautiful night, unbelievably so, the moon is in the waning part of the full moon cycle, there are no clouds, the early light is coming from the east and the moon sits high in the west, there is a breeze from the east, you can taste the sea salt on it, the fields are glowing, under the light of the full moon, such clarity from soft light.

People are still scared of the dark even as adults, they don’t imagine monsters anymore though, they imagine ill-intentioned humans. There’s a park close to where I live called Centennial Park, in one way or another I’ve spent the better part of my life in and around that park, it’s my park, I know the entirety of it’s layout in my mind. I know people who wouldn’t enter into there at night for any reason, afraid of what is inside, for a place that has always felt like home to me you can imagine how I don’t share that feeling, but it’s not necessarily a bad feeling if kept in check, but it’s when they try and persuade me, that I ought to be terrified of what could happen, that I begin feeling annoyed.

There are a great deal of people who have this, bitterly terrified way of viewing the world, they see something as beautiful as my park and turn it into a murderer’s camping spot. I think, even if I do put myself at potential risk, it’s far better to live happily and potentially dangerously, than living inside and terrified. That fearful attitude is something to be pitied, not shared and encouraged.

I know how cliche this sounds but when you fundamentally lose your trust in the nature of strangers, once that happens, there is a horrible downward spiral into suspicion, fear, hate, bigotry and conspiracy. It’s an everyday event too, we’re all encouraged to share this fear. It is of course normal to not trust strangers entirely, but it’s something wholly different to think the worst of them, or the worst of imagined strangers that have never been encountered, as tends to be the majority, these imagined people and imagined instances pile up over the years and what were initially just niggling doubts in the back of the mind begin to form the basis of one’s perception of humanity at large. Being scared is a horrible thing, it robs a person of their strength of character, and sometimes their mind and their dignity, it shouldn’t be encouraged, we don’t tell a child that yes there are evil boogie men waiting to get them specifically, we tell them there is someone out there who will one day meet them and fall in love with them, we tell them to treat others kindly and fairly, without bigotry, we ask them to trust and to be trustworthy, so why should we do any different for an adult? Why do people encourage this ‘oh you never know what sort of fiend you might meet’ ‘I heard on the news that such and such happened to this person’, living one’s life based on the circumstances of outliers is ridiculous, that is comparable to someone making most of the financial decisions in their life based on the idea that they will one day win the lottery. Their sanity would be called into question when they tried to explain to the bank that yes they ought to be given a loan for the house because that big lottery win is inevitable.

Anyhow, separately, I like this song, it has a strange feel to it, sort of, unpolished and pretty. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SiWFEqZu1xI