The Fine Line Between

The world is full of deceptions. I’m one of those. I dwell in more places than I’d prefer to be in. I face mirrors on a daily basis. Faces. Each day a face, each day I slowly fade. But then I’m born again somewhere. Somewhere on a face, a hand, a foot. When I disappear somewhere, I reappear in another place, time, person. Who I am is something subjective. My enemies are subjective. Whether it’s a boy from high school, or yourself. Anything is out to get me.

I am Pretty. No, really. I’m “Pretty.” My name is Pretty. My being is derived from an idea of what a person defines as what I am. The goddess Aphrodite herself has ordained me to reside in her being. I am Pretty.

No, I do not look like a preppy cheerleader with blonde hair and blue eyes. But if you think that’s what I am, sure. Why not? Truth be told, I have no face. Yes, I can manifest physically. But interestingly, I manifest more as a thought. An opinion. A varying concept. And I last longer in those forms. More often than not, I am in the eye of the thinker.

In the years that I have existed on this planet, I have seen amazing things, and also terrible things. And I have collected a massive amount of stories along the way. I get bored just existing, you know? In the 60’s to 70’s I experienced a bit of a stretch. These humans are so prone to shifting it often gives me a headache. More so in the 2000’s. God help me, I did not understand myself anymore. Especially when a certain Gaga turned 21. Who’s to say what, or who I’ll be in the 3000’s?

Anyway, one of my favorite stories is about a girl. This girl lived in the 2000’s. Her name is Belle. I had a few glimpses of her life on special occasions. Only when she decides to dress up, and after a thousand or so (exaggerated) outfit changes, I’m finally there. I see the success in her eyes, and the genuine sparkle of belief in me. I could see her from her family’s thoughts as well. I saw her through her mother’s eyes, her brother’s eyes, and through her Nana’s eyes. She was carrying me well.

It was her prom night, and I felt the twinkle of excitement from the place between her spine and her stomach. She had decided to go out with her three friends, because no one had asked them out mostly. But she wasn’t gonna let that thought get in the way of her having a spark-tastical night. The only thing that she’s nervous about is the thought of Johnny Brooks. The boy she had a huge crush on. She was clinging onto a tiny trickle of hope that he would find me in her. Even just a little bit of me.

I zoomed in on the prom to see Johnny Brooks. Boy did he look fine. Even I had to stand back and enjoy the view from the onlookers around the sparkling cafeteria hall that was cleverly fashioned to look like the painting “Starry-starry night.” By Van Gogh. They placed pieces of twisted colored paper on the walls to replicate that intricate texture you can only find on a Van Gogh. It was a breath of fresh air from all of the “hipster” crap kids these days are crazy about.

Belle stepped into the cafeteria with her friends. They stopped to admire the view, and started screaming excitedly against the loud music.

            “I’m gonna go get some punch!” one of the girls screamed. Belle nodded and three of them scooted off towards the food table. I could see her at a 360-degree angle now. Everyone had me in their mind when they looked at her. Some even had the courage to verbally acknowledge me. But Belle didn’t care for their remarks. She immediately scanned the room for the one person whose remark she cared about. Ah. Right there. She made a beeline towards Johnny and stood awkwardly five steps away from him.

            The song had changed to a slow one. It was one of Belle’s favorite songs by Jason Mraz. An unyielding feeling of want churned up inside of her.

            Please ask me to dance. Ask me to dance!

Johnny’s best friend Beck clapped him on the shoulder and started an audibly animated conversation.

            “Dude did you see that Belle chick? She looked H.O.T.”

            “Belle? You mean from Geography class, Belle?”

            “Yeah man! I didn’t think it was her but, lo and behold, girl’s a stunner!”

            “I think she’s okay. But I don’t know. She’s different.”

I felt myself slowly drain from Belle’s face. There was nothing I could do. Right before Belle walks away she hears Beck gasp, “DUDE!” she looks up and both boys were looking straight at her. She walks passed them and I felt something tug at me from outside of Belle.

Instantly, I saw her from Johnny’s eyes. And I felt it. I was being pulled towards a boundary that I rarely cross nowadays. As he watched her walk away, I felt myself morph from a thought, to a feeling, to understanding. Into truth. I was shaking with excitement when I finally settled. I wasn’t Pretty anymore. Johnny had acquired what a lot of humans in the world have yet to, or will never experience.

What he felt, and saw in Belle wasn’t Pretty. It may have started that way, but he understood that it wasn’t enough to explain what he was seeing. To him, She was Beautiful.

            He quickly grabbed her arm. She looked back at Johnny, looking straight into his eyes.

It was like electricity. I felt a little of myself spark inside Belle.

           

            So you see? A little comment like that can eat me up in a snap. But the thought of me can be so fleeting, yet strong enough to experience… Beauty.




© Seed Bunye
The Fine Line Between

God’s Perspective

This was a script-outline of mine for my School Of Leaders 5 Min Sermon. I arranged this one to look like a blog post because my outline was really messy. Lol. But this is basically what I said, and I just wanted to share it with you guys, and cuz my friend wanted me to post it. Haha!


The editor of the Newsletter of our church is a good friend of mine, and I let her read it just for fun. She liked it so much, she included this in the Church's Newsletter. I'm so happy! :) Without further ado; God's Perspective.

As a photographer, I study perspective. So I can see a different, more interesting view of a simple subject. With one subject, there can be thousands of perspectives. Whether it’s macro, (zoomed in) landscape, (zoomed out) or Portrait. Every single style brings out a different perspective. Then there’s also the Photoshop perspective, where you take a shot with a certain editing type in mind, even though the shot looks totally different from what you had in mind,  it’ll definitely change when you edit it.  

Now, I believe that Born again Christians should be able to accomplish, or understand God’s Perspective. I think perspective is one of the few hindrances that people have between understanding what God wants for them, and their logic thought. First of all, God is too big, and too amazing for logic to understand. Logic is as far as what the human brain can understand. So it’s dealing with only the Body part of you. You can and only will accept and understand God with your faith. So to get God’s perspective, throw out your human logic, and Renew your mind with the Word of God, and have faith.

 “ And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.“  Romans 12:2 

I really have a burning passion for explaining to people what God’s perspective is. God wants you to have everything good. God wants you to be blessed and live an ultimate life. But it will be superbly hard to have that if you can’t see yourself having that. You gotta know who you are in Christ. And claim what you deserve.

I enjoy books thoroughly. I am such a bookworm. I like a certain type of book genre. I like action/romance… and something with a dash of fantasy. I find it really interesting, and I think that it opens doors to more twists and turns and whatnots. Whether it be a guy turning into a wolf, or someone falling in love with a handsome stranger who turns out to be a fairy king, it makes things interesting. Same goes for movies. Captain America, Transformers, etc. There is always a certain twist that makes the movie interesting.

Now I’m going to try and let you understand a revelation that I got from God, and to try to give you a new perspective in life. I always ask myself, “When will my man-wolf come? When will my car transform into an alien robot? When will my life get interesting?” And it hit me: I was being so ignorant. Since I was homeschooled, and brought up in a really good family, I was somewhat naïve. But when I grew up and found out about certain lives of people, I was shocked and in awe about how amazing my life is. And I thought. It’s God. God is my twist. God is the one that will open more doors to my story. God is my transformer. Only better. He’s real.

So I say, stop trying to wait for something to happen. It already happened. You just have to claim it. Accept it. Own it. See God’s perspective and see you are a Child of God, and open more doors for your story to become one of the most epic lives on this planet. Don’t waste it. Use what God gave you to bring Him glory.

Its like, God sees 3D, and He looks at you, and sees Spirit, Soul, and Body. But you also have to put on your 3D glasses, to experience life to its full extent. Don’t limit yourself to 2D (Body and Soul) because as they say, in 2D, you’re watching it, in 3D, you’re in it.


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