i don't do it often, but i most certainly have been a sinful judge.
my dad has this book called This is Gonna Hurt: Music, Photography, and Life Through the Distorted Lens of Nikki Sixx.
i've opened this book many times, but only today did it hit me.
"Like everything else-all the music and lyrics, the videos, and now the photographic images-they all boil down to a single moment of creation: me sitting here alone at Funny Farms, writing to you from my heart, trying as i always have, since i was a kid, to say, 'Look how beautiful that is." I remember hearing many times, "Don't point at people less fortunate than yourself,' to which I exclaimed, 'But they're beautiful!'"
somehow, through Nikki Sixx's distorted childhood, he still saw appeal in people and things that i wouldn't ordinarily consider beautiful.
some people, myself included, believe that those who have only been surprised by misfortune often see more beauty in life and in their surroundings than those of us that have had a cushioned life.
it's all a matter of perspective.
Nikki and his daughter, Storm, went for a walk one day. the sidewalk was framed with roses. when Storm pointed one out, Nikki plowed it to the ground, forcing all the petals to fall. she told him he destroyed its beauty. but he insisted that it still was beautiful, it was just different than before.
humans are the same way. we all start out as a perfect rose, but life hit's us onto the floor, disrupting our "beauty".
our petals might fall off and we might look ugly and destroyed.
but it doesn't mean we are ugly. it means we fell, and we need a hand up.
which makes us more vulnerable than ever.
sometimes we just need someone to stick by and tell us just how beautiful we are.
we're all different. we're all damaged.
so why point out our flaws when we can point out the beauty in each other?
yours until the pigs fly,
alessondra marie
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