Doubt The Rabbit
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November 9, 2010
Have you ever wished your hands could produce something beautiful?
This isn't to hear people compliment my writing or point out any "beauty" they think I might have (so don't), but to talk about the desire to create true, refined beauty. After listening to this song...
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And other songs by the same artist (a popular one being River Flows in You), I thought to myself, why is it that his very ordinary hands look so lovely with each keystroke? How can a human produce such a delicate jewel of art from thin air and and make it heard by the rest of us? Fill our bodies with so much emotion that we have no release except to feel?
I feel as though there is not a delicate and pretty nerve in my entire being. Everything I work at becomes cold, blunt, and cynical. It was these feelings that I spent so many years bringing to the forefront while pushing my soft, vulnerable side so far down that I don't even know what it looks like anymore.
I wish my hands could produce something beautiful. Even as I write this, vague waves of nostalgia flutter past my line of view and images of christmas trees and fireflies down at the gardens blind me temporarily, until my autopilot kicks in and stuffs those memories down into my gut. I remember as a kid I wished to be able to play the piano or paint beautiful works of art. However, my poor school did not offer such classes until much later. I feel as though it is far too late for me to start now, especially when I haven't the time, money, or the clarity of mind to fully apply myself.
Perhaps I will just be one of many whose seat is marked in the audience. After all, every star needs someone to clap for them.
Have you ever wished your hands could produce something beautiful?
This isn't to hear people compliment my writing or point out any "beauty" they think I might have (so don't), but to talk about the desire to create true, refined beauty. After listening to this song...
[video=youtube]
( )
And other songs by the same artist (a popular one being River Flows in You), I thought to myself, why is it that his very ordinary hands look so lovely with each keystroke? How can a human produce such a delicate jewel of art from thin air and and make it heard by the rest of us? Fill our bodies with so much emotion that we have no release except to feel?
I feel as though there is not a delicate and pretty nerve in my entire being. Everything I work at becomes cold, blunt, and cynical. It was these feelings that I spent so many years bringing to the forefront while pushing my soft, vulnerable side so far down that I don't even know what it looks like anymore.
I wish my hands could produce something beautiful. Even as I write this, vague waves of nostalgia flutter past my line of view and images of christmas trees and fireflies down at the gardens blind me temporarily, until my autopilot kicks in and stuffs those memories down into my gut. I remember as a kid I wished to be able to play the piano or paint beautiful works of art. However, my poor school did not offer such classes until much later. I feel as though it is far too late for me to start now, especially when I haven't the time, money, or the clarity of mind to fully apply myself.
Perhaps I will just be one of many whose seat is marked in the audience. After all, every star needs someone to clap for them.