Reading betty's journal

I was going for a long walk the other day to clear the insane voices in my head when a song popped in and started drowning out everything else.

I don't remember the name of the song, but the chorus is:

"Everything is Beauuutifull, in its own waa-aay"

and I started thinking. Everything isn't beautiful. There are beautiful things, there are very ugly things. Basically everything is what it is.

I can look around and see beauty all around me, but there are some very bad things in the world that bring no joy, no comfort on any level.

I want to believe that I can find something positive about everything, like the joy in a crack whore's laugh, or the sparkle in an abused kid's eye. Can't do it.

The whisper of the wind in the trees brings me peace. The gurgle of the stream soothes me. The trucks flying by me at 65mph spewing exhaust fumes in my face as I walk across the bridge makes me want to vomit.

So, it is what it is. My new personal philosophy.

I am just me, searching for simplicity.........and a good hair stylist