White Horses and Rose Colored Glasses

I need to learn to see people for eactly as they are, and to love them for their beauty and their flaws. I tend to build people up in minds. They are gods, saints, knights. And maybe sometimes they are those things, or have that kind of greatness within them, but we are all light and dark. We all have weaknesses. We all occasionally fail. It’s part of what makes us human. Our imperfections are a part of our beauty.

Sometimes I forget these things. I form ideas about people, and expect people to live up to those ideas ideas and fantasies. But when those people show me another side--I side that I had cast away into the darkness, thinking it unfit to shimmer in the sunlight. I become disillusioned. Disappointed. Maybe a little betrayed. As if they had painted pretty lies to deceive me. But the paint brush was in my own hand.

I think we all have a desire to be truly known, and then loved and appreciated for our naked selves. I need to learn to love people in that way, and not for the way that I think or want to believe they are. You cannot have the light without the dark. We are the order of the stars and the chaos of the black hole. We are gut feelings and lofty thoughts. We are wisdom and children, still learning. And I am still learning. And it’s all so beautiful.