Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Beauty

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right? Or is there only "one truth" and inside of that "one truth" is real beauty? I guess what I'm trying to say is that, maybe beauty is something that you have to find and when you do there's no denying it, no matter whose looking.

In my mind I envision beauty as a flower. Its pedals gracefully touching the other so that it may blossom into one entity, exuding a natural spring fragrance that enters my body soft and gently, healing my spirit as if I am part of a garden. However, that's only the beauty I find within a flower, but what about a human being? Where is the beauty in that?

Is beauty found in their crooked smile because it's so genuine and joyful? Or is a forced smile with sparkling white teeth a better look even though the person displaying it is dying inside? And perhaps even that is beautiful, the fact that someone is still trying to cheer up even though it's hard to do.

What is perfection? Is perfection love? And what is the perfect love?

A perfect love to me, is the perfect life. And the perfect life to me, is the life that has overcome its challenges and has transformed negativity into something greater. The purpose of living is to evolve and to grow. Grow like a flower, naturally without force.

With the rain, even storms... (Tropical ones are the best) and then grow from all of the nutrients that has been poured upon you. Why do we feel pain? Why do we cry? Maybe because there is some beauty in our hardships that make us bigger and brighter. More magnificent. Fuller. Thinner. Less aggressive and more sensitive, or less sensitive and more aggressive. Like a river that twirls around rocks, the water must part around it but still splash its essence wetting the rock so its polished effortlessly. Can that be beauty? The tears that we shed, the showers we take, the emotional release of speaking our minds, becoming more powerful and confident and yet still as graceful as the scent of a flower... because flowers just want to blossom. Perhaps that is beauty.

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