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moana (profile) wrote,
on 9-24-2004 at 4:29am
Music: billy holiday - blue moon
Subject: the most beautiful morning in the world
Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

and you wasted the beautiful morning sleeping.

then you wasted noontime walking around in your pajamas, cursing at your family.

by midday, you've achieved nothing. you haven't even stepped outside to enjoy the breeze. what a waste. what a waste.

have you ever noticed how beautiful people look in sunlight? sunlight is the most natural and astounding form of beautification known to humankind. in the sunlight, hair seems to be alive, like an independent entity, its own form of beauty. the way you squint a little in the sun, and shade your eyes with your hands. it's staggeringly beautiful. the colour of your eyes gets lighter, and they look like water in the sun.

this morning, i woke up, stood on my balcony and watched the boys from upstairs swim in the pool downstairs. russians, 3 brothers. 19, 17, 12. the oldest one just sort of sat around and read, every once in a while he'd look up and check on his brothers. he was acting like a parent. it was the most charming thing i'd seen in a long time.

a relationship is something between equals. when you're a 14, 15 year old housekeeper, you kinda look for responsibility in your relationships. it's what suckers me, someone who can carry their own weight. i admire a man who can be home alone all weekend and not trash the place, get arrested and lose his virginity in 15 minutes. it's kinda rare. sucks.

but back to beautiful mornings.

mornings like this i kinda wish we had green grassy hills to lie down on, and flowers over your head with clouds that look like famous people. then i wish there's someone there who'll point them out and laugh at you when all you see in them is matt bellamy. laugh at me.

i wish the whole world could be awake every morning and do that. the whole world should wake up on beautiful mornings, find someone nice and lie down on grassy hills with flowers over their heads and look at the clouds that look like famous people. or if you're in kuwait, go out to one of those nice lonely areas, where it's windy and lie on top of the car and watch the clouds go by. everyone should.

the most phenomenal things in the world happen in the morning. sunrise. birds. flowers bloom. that perfect light that makes everyone beautiful. the clouds. and everyone's asleep. what a waste. what a waste.

what a waste.
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cowboy67

09-24-04 11:17am

it was such a pleasure reading this. i wish every journal entry was like this. you're right, we've become accustomed to ignoring the things we view as "routine" because they're "always there," and we think everything but now is important. while there are a million beautiful things happening this very second all across the world, all we can think about is getting to school or work, buying clothes, or how terrible life is because john/susie didn't look at us.

quite the attitude change from last night, huh? toto, you really are something. but, you don't need me to say it in order for it to be true.

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guajiragoddess

09-24-04 11:27am

at least you know what you're missing. that's half the battle.

i love the line...

"they look like water in the sun."

*etches into senses*

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WhitePony

09-24-04 11:49am

I'm very much affected by the things around me. When there's a slight breeze running its fingers through the leaves, its the best day ever. When the clouds are extra lumpy and pompous and obese, or stretching itself beyond its potential to cover the land, or one single cloud in the vastness of blue, its the best day ever. I wake up and grumble every morning when I have to leave the warm womb of my bed, but as soon as I step outside, its usually the best day every.

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WhitePony

Re:, 09-24-04 11:49am

*ever. not every

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WhitePony

09-24-04 11:56am

Wow... you inspire me. Not many people can do that

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moana

Re:, 09-24-04 2:13pm

i hope something beautiful comes out of that inspiration.

and i love how you said the breeze runs its fingers through the leaves. it's so peaceful to imagine.

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