The Manifesto

Life in the modern world is often confusing, as every person struggles to define their existence amidst the turmoil of society. I cope by clinging to an ideal, the idea that there is beauty somewhere out there, poetry in motion, a lyrical life or a picturesque sunset. The aesthetically pleasing finds a way to survive in an otherwise disgusting and bankrupt world of broken dreams and empty promises.

The trouble is, beauty is frail. The prettiest things are the most likely to be crushed underfoot in the name of progress. Whether a person whose idealism shines among the disillusioned or a single flower in a mangy lawn that is scorned by the cynic, the continued existence of the beautiful is a fickle hope. My goal is to protect these simple pleasures, the sight for sore eyes, the refreshing breeze that soothes the tormented conscience in a world of tough decisions. To stand up and defend the beautiful, while living life like a dream, a glorious and honorable dream, that's my plan.

To live like a bright star, that flares brightly rather than slowly sputtering out. That is the real way to live. Today is just another day on the way to a fiery death, but this day is filled with poetry just like the next.

~ Rose of Montague