Red lips, stripes and black and white. You know what's up; it's Parisian-inspired from head to toe.
Hesitance bubbled and brewed as I took these photos; was I sure I wanted to post these photos, both of horrendous aesthetic (completely my fault) and of touchy connotations? I cowered as I decided to publish a later-planned post instead but still I had a sort of desire to address the tragedies that struck nations a mere week ago.
Having been -- and extremely thankfully to have been -- on the sidelines of extremism and tragedy, it took me harshly by surprise my reaction to what has been deemed the worst night of the year. I soon identified the numbness that took over my entire being, like a slow enrapturing disease consuming leaves, turning them into crispy, crumbly, crushed cells, as an almost painful passion.
Of what, I have yet to pinpoint but I rest knowing that this heart beats thunderously for voices and blood and lives seeped away. It was not long before the sheer magnitude of tragedy knocked me hard in the guts and I quickly began, as I usually do under stressful situations, to envision to empathise. Mother taken away, friends torn apart, love -- murdered.
The consciousness I gain in times such as Paris and Beirut can easily be deemed disturbing, but it is in times like this that reality rushes down my windpipe and jolts a gasp of desire out of me, a desire to join in the march to change, a desire to love each and everyone in my life until my heart dries up into nothing but a carcass that once bloomed with everything to give.
"MY FRIENDS, LOVE IS BETTER THAN ANGER.
HOPE IS BETTER THAN FEAR.
OPTIMISM IS BETTER THAN DESPAIR.
SO LET US BE LOVING, HOPEFUL AND OPTIMISTIC.
AND WE'LL CHANGE THE WORLD."