I feel like a lot of people go around with their eyes closed and their fingers in their ears. They don't look at the world, they don't see anything but their lives laid out right in front of them.
They look at paintings and photographs and see a theoretical beauty, served up for their interpretation, rather than looking at everything around them and seeing real beauty. They listen to music because it fills the silence, not because they love it. They read novels about knights in shining armor and female heroes that aren't too heroic (because that would be masculine) instead of listening to the stories the people they know have to tell, or picking up a history book. They ask God or the television what love is instead of going out in search of it themselves.
Maybe I just know a lot of people who never really do anything with their lives and a lot of people who do so much with their lives, and I compare them too closely. Or maybe they need to be compared, measured up, and found wanting so that they can learn to fix it.
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