A small self portrait.
I was driving down the street, last night, heading to to a bookstore. I passed by an abandoned house that I had never noticed untill recently. When I first saw it a couple of days back, I thought "how creepy." Current Mood:
Then when driving past there last night, for some reason, I felt sad. Like it could have been someone's favorite place and they were forced to give it up due to money problems. Or that there could have been a fire, or worse. Maybe they just moved, but why was it still abandoned? I then started to think about what went on in all of the other illuminated kitchens of the other houses I had been driving past. What was going on in the kids' bedrooms? Were there any long distance relations visiting? What movies were they watching? Maybe I couldn't see them because they were all watching the sunset on the back porch...like I used to do with my family.
I know that a logical question would be to wonder, as well as the others, if there were any bad things going on. How many of these people were internet stalkers or killers even. How many parents beat their kids, and how many rebellious kids wanted to kill their parents? But I can only use my own home life for reference. I can only describe the packages I'm not allowed to open by the ones that I am. The ones that are sent to me. I don't know why this phrase came to me, but it did. And that is "I can see how something doesn't have to be pretty to be beautiful." There is a lesson to be learned about hope. I haven't been seeing too much of that on the T.V. (and I really never watch T.V. in the first place). And yet, driving down some rural road, past houses most likely filled with people who are not like me and wouldn't even like my company, I was inspired. I think it is enough to just put aside our intellect and what we've been conditioned to learn about things and really look at them for the first time. Some of our own selves would be condemed by others if others didn't practice this very thing.
I love things that don't always deserve it. Namely myself.
The Apex Theory: isle always