While in an art gallery during an Art Walk Festival, I came across two Middle School girls doing a scavenger hunt. They had a check list of things inside the gallery-things in the artwork. I asked one to confirm if it was and she said, “Yes it is” with a big smile. As I walked behind them going on to the next exhibit, the girls were stumped on finding a Centaur. I remember seeing this mythical creature of awesomeness in a small oil base painting. I thought this was my moment to rise up up and help these two girls beat their competition. I said, “Hey! I know where the Centaur is.” They were a little reluctant at first and hesitated. I assured them, “Come on, I saw, I’ll show you.” They followed and were able to check it off. They both got big smiles and said,”THANK YOU!!” I said, “No problem. I love Centaurs.” I sounded like a nerd but in the end, I was a hero.
I can’t live without this quote at the back of my mind. All the pain I’ve been through with my heart can be summed up and explained here. My God! Why must it be synonymous with pain?!
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable. - C.S. Lewis
I got made fun of for being “too smart” which made me a “dork.”
That’s the best insult I’ve gotten. Please, if I’m too smart and too deep and too enigmatic for you and you feel that I’m a “dork” or “weird;” then please, by all means, insult me. It’s a great reminder that I’m not the ignorant and dull “normal” person you are.