Bright and Shining Eyes

If you pay attention to what goes on in my life, you'll realize that I'm right in the middle of a tornado - wildly throwing everything I want, need, have worked for and am working for all into these crazy, hectic situations.
Don't care.
Look into my eyes. I master as many challenges as I can and the rest I just let go. I am the eye of the storm, this is where I thrive. Twisting my hands into dance moves against the breaking current of the winds.
Last night I started feeling depressed. I was fighting and trying to force images into my head. What I landed on was a Picasso sculpture of Absynthe I saw in Philly. I imagined the green liquid pouring over the spoon and the colors were as vivid as when I first saw them. That is where the magic happens. Not in the sculpting or the displaying of the art, but in the perception, in the experience. Find someone with dull eyes. You know what they look like, their all around. Show them a brilliant sculpture and ask them what they see. I bet they'll think it's boring or stupid. Maybe their dull eyes just don't have the power to see what my eyes can see.
So lucky to be me.