Beautiful Disasters

In one aspect, there are three types of people. When it comes to what people seek to experience, the first are those that seek mediocrity. The second only see disaster. Finally, there are those that search for miracles. Now I am not talking about what people imagine. Lots of people see miracles everywhere, or see only gloom and doom. Psychology has neatly classified these people already, so I won't waste my time reiterating. I am talking about what people search for in their lives, whether they realize it or not.

While I could spend more time talking about either the people who I consider to lead boring lives or the drama queens, I will instead focus upon the last group, the miracle seekers. These are the people who want the big things in their life, and won't stop till they find it. They want sweeping romance, high adventure, and astounding events to be the cornerstones of their existence. Because of this, they also have to take the biggest risks, and will see some of the greatest disatsers. Some of these will be disquised, to be revealed as beautiful disasters.

A beautiful disaster is something that looks amazing it can take your breath away, no matter what hides behind it. If you seek miracles, you will chase this incredible thing, even if it blows up in your face. There is this period in time where you have to wonder if you put the effort into something it will turn out to be beautiful, or just another disaster. Kelly Clarkson made a song that sums this up quite neatly, aptly titled, "Beautiful Disaster."

The very first time that I heard this song, it struck a chord with me because there were a lot of situations in my life that felt like what she was talking about. Of course at the time I had no idea that they would turn out to be so... well... disasterous, but in retrospect, it was always pretty clear. Sometimes I think that I want something to be so good, that I am willing to take it to the very edge, and sometimes even over it and have it blow up in my face before I will give up on it.

At some point, I started looking for disaster in anything that could be seen as a miracle, and wanted to stop looking for them altogether. I think that I almost made the mistake of avoiding the search completely. After so many times seeking the explosion behind the warmth, there is a chance that we could miss the very things that we have searched for. Listening to the song again, I am reminded that the part that should not be missed is the constant question that asks if something could be beautiful.

Seeking great things can be hard sometimes. The things that provide the greatest reward can sometimes have the greatest pain attached to them, and many times, the pain isn't even worth the imediate reward. What we must always remember is that whether we are hunting or not, miracles can come upon us, and we must not be so injured by our beutiful disasters, that we lose that very thing we want most.

"Beautiful Disaster"
Kelly Clarkson

He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He's as dumb as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold
And if I try to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain't right
It just ain't right

Oh when I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

His magical myth
As strong as with I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight
Hold on tight

Oh cuz I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy hysterical
I'm waiting for some kind of miracle
Waited so long
So long

He's soft to the touch
But afraid at the end he breaks
He's never enough
And still leaves more than I can take
Oh cuz I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

He's beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster