Charles B. Snoad

Last month I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism and I’ve been on medication to treat symptoms that include fatigue, weight gain, depression and general shitty-ness. My mood has improved and there’s a spark in my soul. It’s got me thinking about beauty again.

I spend a great deal of my life maintaining an illusion of control. My room must be in order; my to-do lists must be up-to-date; my schedule for the next three days must be fully spelled out, etc.

BORING.

A life immersed in beauty is the only life worth living. There’s no greater power than submitting to a beautiful song, a beautiful poem, a beautiful play on the baseball field, a beautiful woman shopping in the grocery store. I’m overcome with joy at the thought of what terrible things a gorgeous woman could do to me in private if I just said hello.

So here’s to a break from bleakness and despair. Here’s a YES, an unequivocal HELLO to all that might be, if I gave up control.