“Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It's all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.”
Chuck Palahniuk got it.
Everything we do is a transfigured addition to our diary, our diary that is left wide open in front of us, for everyone to see if they feel the urge of interest. Some pages more hidden than others, written smaller, but all the same, it is us.
The thought itself is overwhelming. Scary, almost. Acknowledging everything we do makes us who we are. Allowing such to lead us into paralysis, a self induced coma, hardly the answer.
Own up to it. Own up to who you are, be, explore and do what you want, because it is you, it's your life. It's your diary. You are the hand that writes it.
Chances are there for a reason. Change is meant to be made. Great anything requires risk. This is yours to be written; do not coward to what is “supposed to be done,” what is “meant to be,” those are blank are pages for you to fill. They're blank. Remember that.
2011. It's a new year. Mistakes will be made. People will read them. We all move on.
Nevermind that. Give them something you'll be remembered for, not a souvenir, not something stuck on that far shelf collecting dust, forgotten a few months down the road. You are not the plastic giraffe figurine that they picked up at that zoo, that one time, somewhere. Misplaced now.
This life, these days you claim to be living, you are painting your self-portrait each second. This second.
This is not another entry on a fashion blog. This is not meant to be beautiful. It could be just some reckless rambling. But then again, that is a matter of perception, your perception through which your self- portrait is being painted, the same author of your diary. you.
365 days. 8,765 hours. 525,948 minutes.
All in one year- this year. Paint a masterpiece, figuratively, literally. Whichever. But it's all yours to be made.
Happy new year. ♥