Befriending dragons

It was either this, or finding the adjectives to describe what a time-warped day feels like, unbelievably draining. Exhausting is how I've come to refer to it, as I search heart and soul for that opening, I can never seem to pinpoint it. I only know it's there, and that the rigorous journey aimed toward it is worth it. It had better be.

Never before have I struggled so hard just to see. While at other times, my vision's surprisingly exact, so precise it's amazing. It's moments like these where I just have to have patience until reliance returns...reliance on what, you may ask? Or maybe you wouldn't if the day's feeling unsettling or silent. Or brooding.

It's a peaceful recognition that we can't always control our circumstance. Yet a keen eye will notice that even that's part of some divine plan's doing. Maybe one person wonders how on earth they became a real live marionette, or has yet to understand through lack of being a parent, that there's nothing more sustainable and important in life, than good leadership. Well, at least on this planet.

Even the celebrity, and I was starting to question that. I mean seriously, a three million dollar gown on some carpet helps exactly who? And the souls they infect with this wanting, this mysteriously born ailment of "I want to be you". To imagine life without it, in that moment, it felt so socialistic. It's what came to mind, the necessity of art, of larger-than-life dreaming, what all those icons keep meaning.

It's a healthy track our current society's on, of exposing the voices behind all that preening. Rachel Zoe herself cleared up so much, and Jennifer Garner with her "no, she must have plum" exposing. Hate to be all gluttonous about what our culture's viewing, but those VMAs were some of the best "artists unite" I've seen brewing.

Everyone should be proud to be so clear in their uniting. If only Britain's best band's first American showing had beat out Kanye's quest. The upscale mission, it's mind-blowing.