Maudit qu'le monde est beau.
In these times of high technology, fast cars, rising costs, and hot women, we keep our eyes focused forward and we go. All that is important and beautiful passes beside us in long streaks of dull blended gray, gradually passing from light to dark with each passing day, with only the differing patterns in the flashes of light or bursts of darkness in the distance to give us any indication that today is a different day than yesterday was.
*STOP!*
Maudit qu'le monde est beau.
Look around you. Stop in the middle of the road, throw your hands in the air and scream, "Damn, the world is beautiful!". Let those that pass you fade away into their own streak of dull gray. Put your face right into the color of the world. If they should laugh, or point or gasp as you pull away from the herd, remember that you're the one making those flashes now.
We can learn a lot from our younger selves. Remind yourself of the childish delight you found jumping on a drainage grate because of the noise it would make. Find something that delights you in this way and pour yourself into it.
Remember when you'd pile up two or three people deep in a giant mass of flesh and bone so you could all crowd around to see…. whatever was worth seeing? Remember when your best friend's thigh made the best pillow for any movie? Don't be afraid of a little human contact. Don't be afraid to say what you mean. Don't be afraid to make a fool out of yourself and enjoy every second of it. Don't be afraid to do something unexpected.
Stand in the rain in nothing but your underwear. Kiss your wife or girlfriend in the middle of the grocery store because you can. Smack your best friend on the ass because it's funny.
I'm not talking to you — I'm talking to me. I take myself so damn seriously sometimes. What I really need is to let go. I need to throw my hands in the air and scream, "Maudit qu'le monde est beau!".
A beautiful photograph doesn't require the "perfect" lens. An incredible poem doesn't have to written in the finest of ink. A song can fill my heart even if every note isn't played perfectly.
