I just painted my bicycle frame. Actually I just primed it. It's a dull white color, nondescript and pretty much nothing special. It got me excited thought. looking at it I could Imagine it to be so many things. For a moment it became all the possible things. It was only primed, but the possibilities, the potential it had was limited only to my imagination. Then I started thinking of myself as a bike frame. Really, we all are, we can clean up, polish up, and become beautiful, but the potential is there the whole time. A beautiful person is no different than anyone else. But when it comes down to it I still like the beauty I percieve... Just like that set I'm looking at now.