I started writing this as a status update on facebook, bit it just went on and on and on… Inspiration comes in many bizarre ways it seems…

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

I get it now, the sham and drudgery will always be there, the world will always look like someone flipped the switch and turned out the light, but the world is still beautiful. Beauty is not in the massive gestures, the over-the-top displays, the garish and the fake that’s often pushed as an unattainable ideal. Beauty is in the small things.
Beauty grows, not from the suppression of things in order to isolate the one, the ideal. Instead, it develops in tandem with them, emerging and blossoming until the ideal reveals itself. And beauty is everywhere, in the mathematics of curves and parabolae, in the chemistry of crystals and bonds, in the geology of wave-swept beaches, in the face of the one you love, beauty is not ignoring the bad parts, the parts that would be considered ugly, because those form part of everything. Blemishes add character, they do not take it away. Blemishes are a reminder that we are not perfect, that we have one true divine purpose that we ourselves may not understand to find and open the inner doors and let out the real, the true…
Beauty is in the whole, in what you take from it. Beauty is both in the pleasure and in the pain of the moment, in the realization that the senses have their limitations, but these limitations can be overcome, in opening the inner eye and seeing that there may not be a limit to perception, that there is more to everything than meets the eye…
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but the beholder has to realize this first, that beauty is, first and foremost, an experience…

*inspiration exhausted*

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