Sometimes I get the urge to journal, and now is one of those time. I’ll be brief. Beauty is the center of our lives. Who doesn’t like something beautiful to catch his or her eyes? My problem is that there’s too much excess, too many masks, too much hiding. Maybe it’s because I’ve grown older…nah, as far as I know, I’ve always leaned this way, but what arrests my vision isn’t what alters our faces or identity. I find beauty in a strangers slightly crooked front teeth, or a specific way a person walks, sometimes it’s just that a person doesn’t fit the social norm that’s refreshing. Society is so concerned with the outer appearance that they forget or avoid work on the inside. I find beauty in honesty, and fear and uncertainty. We don’t always have the answers, and that makes us human. Somewhere along the way someone lied to us lamenting we all need to have our lives mapped out. It’s never worked that way with me. Beauty is admitting that we just don’t know.
Have you, reader, ever thought that God loves beauty just as much as we do? He loves it so much so that he created us (and by now He’s had many a millenia to regret it), and the multitude of animals, flowers of many genus type, the trees that at the perfect time of year bring forth all the many colors that sway on branches. It’s mind-blowing when I watch nature doing it’s thing. I also realize I’m small in this world when I look up at the sky, there’s no greater sense of humility than that. What I find that makes me agitated is when I try to communicate with someone, they feel the need to put on as if they are better (Christians) or they are above reproach (Professors) or just the fact they have a few decades on me (the elderly). Somehow, I’m not good enough in their sight, or my opinion doesn’t matter when actuality, it does. I don’t extend a hand to titles, I extend my hand to humans. That’s what you’re graded on, your humanness and character.
It we manage to stop being pretentious pricks, maybe we could get along and meet on common ground. It’s a shame that when we err in life, we’re condemned for it. We all make mistakes and hopefully learn from them so we can tell the person behind us not to waste time making the same mistakes we did. Isn’t that being our brother’s keeper? The concept of true beauty isn’t all that difficult to display with a little practice….okay a lot of practice for some on you all. I sometimes feel I can’t talk to anyone because they feign innocence in everything that they do. It’s sad really. My approach to people is to help bring down their walls, I’m the last person who wants to abuse someone’s trust. It takes too much to get some people to open up in the first place.
Beauty comes from the inside and shines outward, yeah I know, it’s cheesy but it’s true. I’m a witness to the cheesy quote. And quite honestly, I’m beyond bored with what I see around me.