Beauty

Today, I think that if I must study something, I want to study beauty.
Art, music, poetry.
The poetry of language, of storytelling: the art, mystery, intrigue, effervescent spirit of the ways in which people, animals, the Earth, the elements of existence communicate with one another.
I suppose that's Science....maybe it just takes a lens of beauty on my end and I can be satisfied with whatever is put before me to study?

I want to study in the sense of filling my consciousness with certain fodder. I don't want to turn something that is joyous, the fulfillment of knowledge, edification and learning, into a hated task. But that is how things seem to inevitably surface in this world of regulated education. Maybe if we didn't refer to work as "setting one's nose to the grindstone," but instead opening one's mind to the wonders of the universe and incorporating more of the outside world into one's limited nature, we wouldn't keep hitting the wall of exhaustion...of being "burnt out."

OK, I choose beauty. I will find beauty, create art in my immediate environment. Trace it through the molecules of the air, dance often and without restraint, find joy in the straining of my brain to comprehend new and exciting ways of seeing, of knowing, of feeling, of being, the tugs of heartstrings, whether good or bad, at the provocation in constant supply from the world, from people, from an unbeckoned source. And this beauty doesn't have to be separate from the coarse reality of the world. There is beauty in everything. Divine artistry is etched into everything that has a way to be sensed.