Portraits

So it's the end of August.

And what a wonderful August it has been. Full of suprises and twists and turns and spontanicity, it's been great to close out summer with a relaxing sigh of relief. Three months seem to breeze by like the warm summer days. If only the good times could last a little longer...if only, right? Now we are enslaved to the education system for a glorious 9 months. Isn't there something that says things like this are illegal? It doesn't matter anyways, more than likely we'd still be under the control of school. Y'know, towards the end of summer, I was actually looking forward to all of this. But being in all of these classes, I was quickly reminded how much school utterly exhausts you, with all of the bullshit and what not that you encounter around every corner.

Just a few more years...

Don't you hate the sensation when you can't have something you desperately want? Lately, that seems to be all that I've been encountering. Running into a disappointing conclusion and mistaking it for a bright opportunity. I really have no reason to blame anyone or anything but myself for any of this. Judgement is a key part of anyone's life, and with misjudgement comes an inevitable punishment. I often wonder to myself, why do I dream big in the first place? What's the purpose of even wanting something? Dreams are nothing more than goals specifically designed to fail and further let you down of any further opportunity. Life has so many events that are just waiting to go wrong.

It's no suprise that we'll all let down in the end.

I heard a remark about a gallery. How that the portraits in the gallery were so torn and tattered, and that they were broken beyond levels of repair. Of course, this isn't a literal meaning, we were refering to the inner body and how there just seems to be a large amount of tragedy, like a faded painting. The frames are bent, and the environment is run down. That's just how things feel right now, empty and deserted. As if there is no hope for the future. But I also brought up that in that gallery, it only takes one exquisite piece of art to renew life to what was once thought to be hopeless. One brilliant portrait attracts new people, and that influences new beautiful pieces of art, and soon this gallery becomes beautiful again. A masterpiece.

What I would to for a Starry Night.