ENTRY 01: The Art of Finding The Self
The art of finding the self is what we truly have a struggle on. Being yourself is an epitome of beauty while others might see it as peculiar and not on their standards. The imperfection of beauty is limitless, flaws are like the glittering dusts in our body; glistening when all others bring darkness underneath you.
Nature owned the beauty of hues, from the greens of the forest to the blues, yellows, violets and all sorts of colours on a flower petal or a brown-yellow on a leaf in autumn season. Exchanging of the seasons means nature is trying new form of dress that glows up in another colour. I see myself as one of the nature's masterpieces, I am a complex of dirt and mud, and like the unbloomed flower, lasts to showcase the beauty of wilderness. However, my soul is like the pillars of the tree; no wind can ever put me down, unless if you are a sharp word mumbled by some creature.
I myself have a great love for arts, especially doodling. Using pens, pencils, brushes, acrylics or watercolours. It is fascinated on how we created an art out of our imagination. From a blank canvas to an artwork. I find myself as one of the artsーwe perhaps. If we want to become fascinated in the eyes of ours, then start to scribble it with your flaws and imperfection (show the realistic society what a real art is supposed to be). All people see Art, but only some can sense the understanding of what message trying to say out of the context in the canvas or in a paper. So I am like an Art,they may see me, but never really heard me. To the society whom judge us from our forms, and will never accept the beauty of flaws in this so called "Realistic World of Perfection".
Disclaimer: I want to clarify that this poem is part of my eastern thousand 'n three poem collection, that's why I chose to credits it not under my pen name (Lady She or Garnet or Theefling, if you may happen to see it on Facebook) rather in the poem collection.
Ah. This. An ethereal. A nirvana magical land. My escaped place. You know, before I entered the literature world. I was deeply fond to read wattpads and ebooks, or even authors in Facebook. Mainly, teen love fiction is my favourite genre back then, but as time goes by. My love for literature expands vastly, fantasy and dark genres such as fantasy, horror, and romance are now my frequent genre to use when making a literacy. For now, I'm currently learning and practicing the fields of dark psychology and sci-fi genre. I do always see myself as part of literature's literacies. I am artistic as my poems. And may people don't understand this, but, literature helped me to know and dig more into myself. I never know that I got a talent in writing or even doing Art. That's why, the hidden capabilities and talents in yourself can never be found if you did not stumble to someone who has also a greatly loved in something that you might as well have a talent on it. Not only our self can unlock other hidden gems, but there are times people will give you insights on things that you may have no ideas or experiences to it, but later on, you find yourself blooming like a sweet pink blossoms to that form.
REMINDER
My point in this blog Dear Friends, is that even if how unique your form is, such as Nature, Crafts, or Literature. There will be always a society to mumble your insecurities. But remember this
"You and I are the wilderness beauty of diversity".