Individual Thorns Among the Bed of Roses.

Spring Flowers Claude Monet, 1864. I'd like to convince myself to believe that perhaps the first rose that ever existed came without its thorns. It started growing its prickles when everyone reached out for it, for the aesthetic pleasure that the flower emit was too hard to resist. Its beauty has not and never will…

Hanging by the Thread of Silence.

The Glass of Beer (Portrait of the Poet Sabartes) Pablo Picasso, 1901 - 2. There are instances when silence slits and slashes better than a sharpened knife. This is not one of those times. The current case is simple: my words are as scrambled as the fleeting clouds; my thoughts are erratically stabilized. I wish…

The Art of Missing Someone.

Melancholy Woman Pablo Picasso, 1902-03. When we say the first mutual hellos, one of last things on our minds are probably the final goodbyes. Do you light up a match thinking about the crisp and charred stick it ends up being instead of the flame it produces? Sometimes we don't even get the luxury to bid…

Achievements: Expectations vs. Reality and Dealing with Initial Fear, Imagination & Potential Disappointment

Automat Edward Hopper, 1927. Note: Oh goodness, this is the wordiest title I've ever written for just about anything (including research papers for my psychology classes), but it's relevant - I swear. I've managed to complete a goal that I labeled as impossible for the past five years. I ran my first half marathon (21.0975 kilometers /…