I’m sitting here deep in the late night. Nothing new about that. Another bottle of the grape gone down. Nothing new in that either. Sitting lost in the hope of finding that new inspiration. Finding that something to calm the intensity of the week(s) that have/has just gone by.
 
I’m sure you don’t care about that. How could you? Most people only care about themselves.
 
In any case, and in any way, like I’ve said way too many time in the past, sometimes, late in the late night, I pull-up and off of all of the Streaming Services I have, and I hit over to YouTube to let the algorithm, (that they believe they know me, like so many people believe that they know me, when they do not), drive the music and the music videos into my ears and my eyes.
 
Up pops, Ghosts Again, by Depeche Mode. Great song, great music video. What it really shows is the damnation of age. How the once young and beautiful, become OLD.
 
Now, this is no dis, just the fact of the fact, but Martin Gore looks so aged in that piece. That’s the problem with digital verses film. But, I won’t go into all there here. …Here, as I’ve done that so many times before. But, here we are, living our reality.
 
Remember that great song he did? Martin L. Gore, Compulsion? “Got to Move on Sometime…” Man, that was a great song. 1989. I so remember buying the CD and listening to it over and over again.
 
But, before I get too far off point, as I tend to do…
 
Recently, in my feed, I got this one young lady who had undergone whatever it is she had undergone and had ended up with facial scars. The young girl, questioned, “Could you love an Asian woman with a facial scar?” Wow…
 
Now, I don’t know about the motivation in all of that, as the internet is so lying and deceiving. But, I can tell you a story that I lived…
 
I think back to a time in the long ago and the far-far away. I was attending the university, CSUN. I met this beautiful Asian woman in one of my classes. We instantly connected. One thing led to another, you know how it goes, and we became whatever it was we became.
 
To look deeper into the story…  As was her reality, she had encountered some form of cancer in her young skull. Due to her surgeries, she was left with facial scars cast across her face. I know she was very conscious of them. Who wouldn’t be?
 
Me, I had, that same year, just had my life changed forever with a horrendous motorcycle accident. A motorcycle accident long before the law of helmets. I had/have my facial scares, as well.
 
Anyway, I never thought twice about her scars. There she was, this beautiful being. Yes, cursed by the realities of her life. Cursed, far more than the most of you. But, she was beautiful!
 
I remember when I introduced her to my life-long bud, Saturday Jim (RIP). He exclaimed, “You can sure pick ‘em Big Dog.” Referring to her face. How fucked up was that, I thought.
 
You know, here’s the reality. We are all young, until we are not young. We are all beautiful, until we are not beautiful. But what is beauty? Truly, what is it? Is it only defined by what is expected? By what is desired? By the perfection of the so-called perfect? Or, is it the person who is, who has become, who has been forced to deal with the hand of the cards that life has dealt them?
 
I truly do not remember why??? But, that young lady and I moved on our separate ways. Maybe it was because my focus was on returned to India as soon as I complete that semester at school and graduated??? I do know, that was my mistake! But, in answer to the question, “Could you love an Asian woman with a facial scare?” Absolutely. No one is perfect. And, the moment we stop chasing that reality of physical perfection, everything becomes better, and we can allow all of the everything that everyone is forced to become to just be the way it is.