my relationship with this movement and how it's waned and waxed.
the romantics.
for as long as i can remember, i have been a romantic at heart. the first time this sentiment was given a name was in history when we first discussed romanticism as an artistic movement. shortly after, i began to notice it everywhere, in my literature, in my music, in my films, and shortly after that, i began formally rejecting it. i never wanted to be the starstruck child, regarding everything in awe. i didn't want to be motivated by emotion, seemingly left fluttering in the whim of how i felt.
despite this war between romanticism and myself, i have found myself drifting back to it of late. it appears in late night drives, in timid and hushed conversation. it appears in my music, my films, it appears almost everywhere i do. i am, after all, a poet, and a photographer, and a very amateur philosopher. my life is romantic, my outlooks are romantic, and i am as of now accepting of this fact. i am getting over the notion that romanticism is categorized by over-sensitivity, because it's not, not at its core. romanticism is on the most basic level about the individual, and emotion, and spontaneity. it is rawness in feeling and expression and allowing others into your inner world freely and openly.
it is a gift to view the world in a light of passion and desire and aesthetic. and i am learning, a little late, to treat it as such.
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