The World Spins Madly On.

Evening comrades,

Over the last hour or so, I've really been giving thought to certain aspects and supposed threats of what life holds in a future. I've mulled over the torture of the heart, and the classic Butterfly Syndrome. I've remembered heartbreak and life itself. Yes folks, I'm talking about love.

Winnie and Piglet once had a conversation that went like this...

Piglet: How do you spell love?

Winnie: You don't spell it. You feel it.

Childish as it may seem, these Hundred Acre Woodlands are speaking the truth. Love isn't a fact, nor an opinion. Love isn't necessarily one specific feeling. Love is whatever you want to make of it. It's heartbreak. It's pain. It's also joy and happiness. And laughter. Nothing is, necessarily, not love, but nothing is definite love either. Love is not definitive, nor indecisive. It just is.

The thing that's tricky with love is that it can dwindle, yet it will linger in the background. You need to be able to let love go, so that it can grow. That, my friends, is true love. True love is when you can turn a blind eye to love and let it become unexpected. Love is when you can stand still, and let the world spin so madly on. This kind of love is not that type that makes you want to die, but it's the type that might keep you awake. It asks for advice, and becomes more beautiful in every second.

Love is the type of thing that lends and gives. It is everything and absolutely nothing at the same time. Love, my friends, is what you make it. What you feel should be true, and right. Love isn't necessarily the world, but it isn't miniscule either. It's anything but miniscule, and yet it's refined detail. But that's not fact or fiction. That's just what I've learned over the last few hours.

And it took me sixteen years to realize it.

So go listen to your favorite love song and really think: What does love mean to you? Do you love something enough to let that love go for the sake of its growth? They say distance brings two people, or two things even, closer. I can whole-heartedly relate and agree. That's why a person needs their personal space. That's why some people just need their quiet, alone time. Maybe you could appreciate that moment time, to really think. Love is not forgetting: it's the ability to let other things cross your mind.

And in the meantime, while you figure out what you want from your love for, not only for a boy, a girl, a food, or even yourself, but of life itself, check out this band that was given to me in a gorgeous playlist. The link will be posted below. I hope you guys are able to think it over, and learn so much from your love over the new year.

The Weepies

Love, Maura

What is Art?

Afternoon, comrades.

Being snowed in puts lots of thoughts in your head, I've discovered. It makes you think, the cold and the quiet, and that's why I enjoy it so much. Just listening to one's inner ticking is... impactful? Okay, so that's not really a word, but I digress...

Moving on, my friend pulled out a project the other day. On it, read a question in the middle: What is Art?

It was something I did for my literary magazine last year, but, unfortunately, it didn't get put in. Anyway, my friend went looking for her response, but couldn't find it. Thinking it over through the last forty-eight hours, I've discovered that she didn't need to recognize her handwriting to know the answer: it was inside of her all along. The thought provoking question doesn't necessarily guarantee the same result: people change, after all.

Art can be change, can't it?

What also got me thinking was a video (I shall post the link below), and its meaning. It's a song, of course, and it discusses how art is universal. No matter if you're making pop music or standing on a pedestal in the middle of New York City with only a statue of liberty costume on, you're making art. I don't understand how people can judge, saying something "isn't art" (such as main stream music and artistic nudity). The truth is: no matter who you are, or what kind of art you're making you: A) still need to work for it, B) still want to reach your dreams, and C) still have some sort of knack for something (be it modeling in a leotard or dancing around the stage of Madison Square Garden). Paul McCartney still had to work for his career, as Lady Gaga is doing now. Who's to judge?

And every artist has a share of "mistakes", of course. What's so different from Adam Lambert and Madonna? The Dixie Chicks and The Beatles? There's no difference. People got mad. People got upset, because they weren't ready. They weren't ready for the acts of "obscene" art that these people do or did. What matters at the end of the day, however, is that they spoke out. Their voices were heard. They were not silenced. And that is true bravery that I commend. That is true passion and love for what you do and how you do it. That is true devotion. That is art.

Art is revolution.

Guys, honestly, famous and infamous artists have done these things out of love. The universal idea is that LOVE and ART go hand in hand. You have to love to produce art. You need to provide love for art, for change. For revolution. People do things for a reason, and it's usually because they're either force to, or because they love it. No one should doubt that they can follow their dreams, because they can. So long you love it, and believe in it by loving yourself and your passion, you can reach the stars if you tried (maybe with the help of a rocket ship, once in a while). Fly, and this devotion will take you places. And no matter if others judge you, you're still making art in the eyes of another. Ignore those nasty critics. Lots are loveless. Hand them a flower and a smile, and keep going down the path you desire. Go. Your dreams are waiting.

And, as promised from the beginning, the thought provoking video, made of intrigue and a ukulele. I bid the farewell with your thoughts, and my favorite revolutionary; Amanda Palmer.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dxDREaCyjE

Love,

Maura Lee Bee