Ultimate sadness and ultimate beauty are two things that should not necessarily be striven for as there are so many things in-between that are just as worthwhile, so long as you know what it is that you need to look for. Then again you don’t always need to know what you’re looking for. Sometimes you just need to be looking and what it is that you are looking for will become apparent along the way, or at the end, or at the start, or somewhere else where it all falls.
Maybe that is all enough of an excuse for a journey, but so long as no tears are shed, then at the end all the tears can be shed. They can fall down your face and wet the earth which might just lead to the growth of something new that was never there beforehand. In that way, sadness begets beauty, so long as you see the sadness and beauty in things. Of course I’m skipping over a few things here and it’s not quote as clear cut as I am implying, but I think you get the idea and so long as the idea has been gotten, then it can be taken further and grown to be better understood and related to and adapted and so on and so forth.
However, maybe there may not be tears at the end. Maybe there will be no sadness and instead it will just all be celebration. In that way another kind of beauty comes forward and that is the beauty of celebration and elation. It’s not quite a form of ultimate (well, not always), but it too is something worthwhile to have at the conclusion of something that involved a traversal of sorts, even if that traversal was a small and relatively insignificant one.
Perhaps there is a beauty in sentimentality and nostalgia, but it is one that might be better off left unexplored most of the time. Like others, these are things that are all too easy to be trapped within and thus must be approached with caution. You need to be careful with things form time to time. Probably need to be careful with them all the time, now that I think about it, but that is not why I am writing right now.
Sometimes the best form of beauty can be found on an open field on a sunny day. A gentle breeze blowing around everything; This is a stereotypical idyllic scene, but it has a purpose and it is a scene that does present something that not others can do so. It in itself is a beautiful, relaxed and occasionally joyous thing, but maybe that is better off to be had when there are no journeys that need t0o be conducted at all.
It is better than going for the ultimate of anything as going for the ultimate of anything is often a futile pursuit. Sometimes it is not, but more often the ultimate happens when it happens.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:55:50
This is some really loose and rough thinking. I’m sure that if I spent a good few hours on it I could come up with something that is far more expressive and poignant, but I think I get some of the idea across.
Written at home.