Sometimes ugly little things sort of…
melt my heart. These penguins live in downtown Santa Cruz on Pacific St.
They’re rough and imperfect, dark and black. Yet they seem sort of alive in their bleak heaviness.
I think in life people are like these penguins. They’re rough and imperfect, but beautiful in their imperfections. If we were all perfect and smooth life wouldn’t be interesting or surprising at all.
The hash marks, bevels, and dents are what make us unique before one even notices outer expressions. These penguins have the best expressions. Some stand proud and erect while others sort of cower or gaze up nervously.
They reflect these raw little moments in time like nervousness and pride, curiosity and contentment. All moments we try to hide from others and share only within ourselves.
The fact of life: I always wish to be perfect, but I’m realizing perfection really isn’t that interesting.