You ought to see me now...

It's not some sort of prolific, time stilling moment that people write songs and books and movies about. It's not an earth shattering, mind blowing epiphany that keep you glued to your seat long after everyone else has moved gone and move along. It's just a simple moment of clarity: when you can see yourself as clearly as if you were staring at yourself through a perfectly flawless pane of glass and you finally understand just how the rest of the world perceives you. And the confidence that comes with is flooring. It feels like it should be some huge ass deal, like there should be a Macy's-esque parade to commorate that one singular moment of self-serving clarity. But there isn't; there is just the satisfaction of knowing that you have reached a higher and more satisfying plane of metaphysical being and that the people you once thought mattered, the materialistic things that once sent you into a screaming frenzy of passion are not really as important as they used to seem.

<3Lulu