the best thing

at
  a
   time
      like this

i feel brave enough
to say (as if

three glasses down
a bottle of wine
who cares if its
my diary
or
the party's
nearly over) that

leaving
me
was
the
best
thing

you
could
   ever
do.

(What) Beauty is

Found this on (yet again) Tamarack Song’s blog Mongrel Scratchings:

I just read about a man who had a flower garden that he continually improved by pulling out the plain-looking specimens and throwing them in the garbage. One day while he was out walking, he passed by a flower garden more beautiful than is. Wracked with jealousy, he asked the gardener were she got her plants. She told him she was his garbage collector.

There’s more to the post that is very worth reading, but the power and the accuracy of these words are so overwhelming that I needed to share it.