What is beauty?
Some say it is in the eye of the beholder, or in other words, it is something that we all seem to find our own unique definition. We look for it, as if it is something that can be seen. But maybe, just maybe, we can only see it when we feel it. Like love. Or something like that, whatever that is. It is a sense of worth, a sense of living, a sense of meaning in a world full of confusion, a society full of puzzles, a world full of unknowns. Beauty, like love, should be known. And there it goes, because we question it, we lose the true meaning of what it should be, what it is. Or of what it isn’t.
Beauty is the confusion in my words, in my head & thoughts.
Beauty is distortion.
Beauty is not-knowing.
Beauty is hope.
Beauty is finding comfort in the little things, like breath, the smell of wisteria by the garbage can, cookies.
Beauty is joy, a smile from a stranger, a gentle touch from someone special, an uncontrollable giggle.
Beauty is the smell of puppy feet, a slobbery kiss, a furry cuddle.
Beauty is a song that brings back memories, a melody that gets stuck in your head.
Beauty is dancing, even if you can’t keep the beat.
Beauty is silence.
Beauty is color, dreams, whimsical creativity.
Beauty is art, wild brush strokes, trails of glitter.
Beauty is butterflies in your belly.
Beauty is love.
Beauty is a sunrise, a sunset, a shooting star, foggy morning, a thunderstorm.
Beauty is finding shapes in the clouds.
Beauty is feeling the mist against your face, a gentle breeze in your hair, catching snowflakes on your tongue.
Beauty is falling down. And getting back up.
Beauty is a word and so much more.
Beauty cannot always be seen, but is always there.
Beauty is a hug that lingers.
Beauty is not always pretty.
Beauty is magic.
Beauty is the story of the crooked tree growing through the fence, the scuff marks on the wooden floor, the rings on the bar table.
Beauty is perfect imperfection…. or imperfect perfection. It is contradiction.
Beauty is the first smell of spring & the last leaf that falls in autumn.
Beauty is large white chocolate mocha with a squirt of whipped cream on top.
Beauty is swirling.
Beauty is kindness. Beauty is sweet. But can also be bitter.
Beauty is innocence & mischief.
Beauty is a teardrop.
Beauty is forgiving.
Beauty is accepting & embracing.
Beauty is. It just is.