Beautiful
What is beautiful? One may argue it's purely an adjective while others like myself search for a deeper meaning. Something, anything more in depth. Beautiful
It must mean something extra ordinary how else do thousands perhaps even billion lives revolve around trying to accomplish this state of being "beautiful"
Today a boy called me beautiful which highly bewildered me. Ultimately leading to these thoughts stirringly in my head like enthusiastic wasps. It highly irritates me how very few things have order or at least an official meaning: we force ourselves and each other into our own subjective worlds but then lash out in what we label as a community spirit to judgementally criticise anyone who doesn't fulfil our subjective definition of what is and isn't beautiful.
"Katerina!" My fathers voice echoes through the walls precisely as the grandfather clock strikes 19:00. How I wish I could remain in the comfort of my blanket continuing to ponder on this strange word. But equally I do not want to anger my father. Oh why must my life incorporate so many dilemmas?! Rushing I just managed to arrive on time. My father took his place at the front of the table while I took my place on his left. (Unlike King Arthur my father isn't afraid to be cornered) The steamy aroma of spaghetti bolognese invaded my nostrils and tempted me to sigh in contempt. Ahh the privileges of having a chef in the household. After greeting my father I commenced in devouring the dish. I glanced opposite noticing Mothers seat was empty...again. Breaking the silence I questioned father:
"Is mother not joining us tonight?"
"I believe she's not feeling well so she retired early to rest"
The rest of the meal was spent in silence.
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Hi!
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this random unedited creative writing piece. I'm considering writing a book- any opinions on the above? Would you encourage/ discourage me to do so. Your advise would be much appreciated
