Was It Beautiful?
Was it beautiful? The number of times I have given this an attempt probably indicates that it wasn't. It never has been. But it wasn't all ugly. I look in the mirror and appreciate the person I am, the result of all those ugly moments. It built me but it also broke me. It breaks me everyday. I am a collection of every place I have been, every person I have loved, every emotion I have felt, every heart I have touched and maybe that counts as beautiful. A piece of art forged from broken pieces, some colorful and some not the shade I would have chosen. On some days these pieces shatter leaving an empty shell, on these days I am reminded that maybe I wasn't meant for this world, he who fathered me one said I was a mistake, a happy mistake he corrected. A paradox and maybe that's one of the reasons why nothing makes sense. Maybe that is why I have to constantly fight for a place in a world that wasn't meant for me. Maybe that's why I am so perfect in doing the righ...