❤♥❤♥❤♥❤♥❤
I BELIEVE THAT BEAUTY DOESN'T
EXIST.
Beautiful isn't an
adjective.
Or a noun.
Or a quality.
Beauty is not in the object, but in our minds.
To you, music may be a mere convenience. But to a musician,
it is his life, something BEAUTIFUL.
To you, clothes may be a simple body protector. But to a
fashion designer, fabric and every little piece of thread
is BEAUTIFUL.
To you, bugs may be a nuisance. But to a biologist, every
little life that lies on the face of this earth is
BEAUTIFUL.
To you, the sounds surrounding you is something normal. But
to a blind man, every fragment of sound is of value, is
BEAUTIFUL.
To a realist, pain is beauty.
To a dreamer, happily ever after is beauty.
To a mother, her daughter is beauty.
To a daughter, her mother is beauty.
To a child, wisdom is beauty.
To an adult, youth is beauty.
To an optimist, living is beauty.
To a pessimist, death is beauty.
In this way, beauty is not definite, it is not fixed. It
lies in our minds, our hearts, the way in which we see
things.
This is why I say everything in this world is
BEAUTIFUL.
But then people argue that 'beauty' would lose its
meaning if that were true. But how can something lose its
meaning if it never had one in the first place?
Everything is BEAUTIFUL, beauty is everywhere. It just
takes right person to find it in certain things. It takes
the right mind to identify it. But it is always there,
regardless.
So when someone says you're BEAUTIFUL, don't deny
it. Because beauty is not in the appearance, nor is it in
the heart like it is commonly mistaken. It is in the mind
and the eyes of the person who named you as BEAUTIFUL.
Scientists, philosophers and people in general have been
pondering the definition of beauty for countless of years,
and I finally have an answer:
Beauty cannot be defined, because it doesn't
exist.
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- bejal
-Tom Robbins
impenetrable, irredeemable."
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Not the one I'm looking for, but I was thinking and I found one.
Red rocks.
I think red rocks are some of the most beautiful things on planet earth. What I mean are the ones that are in Arizona, you know those desert sculptures that just dominate the landscape? When I die, I want to dream of being a red rock. Maybe even be one, for a bit.
They're sanded down by the wind all the time, and it makes me really sad to think that maybe one day they're not gonna stand up tall and brave in the middle of the desert, but that's okay because I think the sand and dust they stand on is just too gorgeous as well.
You know what else I think is beautiful? The night sky. Or the sky in general. Even if you think of it scientifically, how isn't it a miracle that we see black as blue? And we see darkness with broken jewels in it? Stars are my favourite things in the whole of existence, I think.
I love the sky. I'd like to be a rock until the end of earth, and when the sun supernovas in five odd billion years, I want my atoms to fly back into the heart of a beautiful nebula and start making some other planet. I'd like to twinkle, and if there is life out there other than for us, I would like someone to make a wish on me.
Well, my atoms.
I love that - referring to myself as atoms. We're all made of atoms. I'm made of what you're made of, and rocks are made of, and stars are made of.
& if that's not a miracle, I don't know what is.
