True Beauty.

Beauty (n) A quality or feature that is most effective, gratifying, or telling: The beauty of the venture is that we stand to lose nothing.




I met a girl once. Her name was Kristen, Kristen Nicole. And, upon meeting her, I have to say, all I saw was your typical party girl. She was beautiful. Not necessarily conventional, traditional beauty, but she was beautiful. Light blue eyes, blonde hair, completely original. She wasn't small, but she wore her weight well. Suffice to say, she was just, beautiful. We began to talk a lot, and she frequently came to the house I was living at to party. We'd drink together, end up passed out on floors together, we smoked together a few times, drugged ourselves up. The usual routine. This went on for a while, the house dissolved, people went their separate ways. We didn't talk again for a while, until one day when I came across her at a show in the city.

We got to talking, and became really close. One day, we went to Denny's together for coffee. It was around 3:00 in the afternoon. We got to talking about our lives. We talked about everything, love, religion, sex, everything. At some point, we both began to get tired. I looked at my phone, and it was 5:00 in the morning. So I just went back to her house. We had a couple beers, then fell asleep.

This girl and I became the most amazing friends. She knew everything about me, my past, relationships, family, she knew every freckle on my body, every imperfection, every one of my fears. I spent every single day with her, we'd go to countless shows, worked on building up our company, just lived. Just thinking about her, I can't help but cry, can't help but think about how amazing she was. Kristen was one of the deepest girls I had ever met, with strong views on everything. I remember the day she came back from Cornerstone, and she had a completely new outlook on life. Her life became centered around God, and she was not ashamed that everyone knew. She would tell the world, if she could. She carried this book around with her. In it was every thought she had, drawings, bible verses, quotes from friends, to do lists, everything she came across the meant anything to her, went in the book. I've never met a more devoted, loving, insightful girl in my entire life. Every second I spent with her, I loved just soaking in her words, the love that she radiated. Her strong convictions about life, and love.


She was so accepting of everyone, the first to make conversation to anyone we saw that seemed lonely, or even just lacking in love in their life. She would sit down, tell them about God, show them her book, tell them her whole life story. She was amazing.

Through her life, she went through a stage where she would drink constantly, and it led her to a dark place. Unable to cope with life, she cut her skin so deep that she was in and out of the hospital weekly, with a new gash being stitched up. Going in her room, you could see dried blood everywhere, pillows, on the carpet, even on the book that she so loved. She displayed her scars for the world to see, but it was obvious that it wasn't for attention. After going through that faze, she took it as a lesson. She had a tattoo of a rose on her wrist, and she explained that the scars were merely thorns on her body. They weren't pretty, but they protected her. They let her know, constantly, that no matter what life threw at her, the worst was over. Her God would take care of her. She wanted everyone to know her story, wanted everyone to know that they could make it out alive. She used everything as a lesson, her scars were simply one more tool she could use to help people. One more way that she could show the world that she loved them.

To this day, I am yet to find such an amazing human being, such a compassionate, deep, insightful, beautiful person. I wish that there were more people like her, but maybe that's what makes her so amazing. The fact that she's slowly trying to make the world a better place, in a way that no one else ever has.