There is always beauty in this world, even when the most terrible events happen – look around and you will see it. This world is the world of opposites, so even in the ugly there is also beauty. When I was 22 I worked in the West Bank, one day there was a protest and it became violent. The police started firing rubber bullets and tear gas. When you are caught in something like this – you don’t know if the police are shooting real bullets or rubber ones. So people where running and hiding – also because the tear gas hurts so much if inhaled... Anyways I hid behind a car. Laid flat on my back. The tear gas and smoke was thick above me and the sounds of screaming and firing rang through my body, it was like an abstract film, terrifying and surreal. As I laid not knowing my fate, I open my eyes to the Sun beams breaking through the tear gas and the light dancing with smoke. It was beautiful – like the mist rising from the river here in the mornings. Anyway I made it out not hurt – or maybe I did died but life just carried on 😂 My point being – no matter how dark life events get, beauty is hear supporting that - it's the other side of the coin – but your freedom is never found in the beauty or the ugliness but in the sense of being alive and this is the love you seek in beauty ... Lots of love Lisa
P.S I didn’t get this corrected – so there are more than likely spelling and punctuation mistakes 😁
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