A while ago after work, Jeremy and I had a little chat which lasted past midnight that got us a little closer. His thoughts were bemusingly interesting. After our little conversation, it got me spurring to blog about the content of our conversation.

 The people that most human beings find beautiful are people  who seem superficially  perfect. Pretty people. But the people that i find beautiful, are wrecked; In a state of ruin, battered and decimated. Why? Because they emerge out of the shit they're facing, to someone stronger, in terms of fortitude and equanimity. When you're facing shit, you clear it up yourself. Even if it leaves a stain, doesn't matter. At least you cleared it. Beats shit piling up and you're at a loss of what to do. Sometimes, you gotta just deal with shit by yourself. You can't always be relying on somebody to always be by your side helping you. Everyone's facing their own shit.