Today, I’m gloriously blue. Like the sky, like the book open in front of me, a little bit like the flowers in the corner.
What are you today?
Do you know how delicately you have been crafted? Your arteries, your capillaries, your mind is a work of art. A man spending his entire life fitting these parts in, couldn’t do it. You are flesh covering bone, ligaments holding our grimaces and smiles in place, tendons straining and joints popping as we devour the miles of the day under our feet. You are men with a meter wide stride, and yet you have conquered oceans. You are the vessel of years of education from the people who birthed you and taught you or abandoned you, and behind those words and between those lines sleep the instincts of a million years of progressing from hunting to gathering. You are the color of your skin. You are the purple you have painted your nails and the white of your flashing teeth, and the histories of the years you have lived, the memories of those you haven’t, silently lurking within reach. You are the culmination of a lifetime of decisions. You conquer mountains and ocean trenches are are still capable of being crushed between moving rocks, as you are of not surviving a few blood cells stuck in the wrong direction. You are beautiful, with your crooked teeth, your eyes that crinkle when you smile, and your bronzed cheekbones. With your faults and your fierceness, your mistakes, your experience, your endurance and your flawed wisdom, you are beautiful. You are strong, and your fragile. Love yourself for it- for all of it.