“I am tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin deep. What do you want- an adorable pancreas?” stated American writer, Jean Kerr. Quite to the point when it comes to all the sayings such as beauty is from within, beauty is skin deep, or it is not or beauty is in the eye of the beholder . All is nonsense. Of course beauty is entirely individual but somehow it is becoming a set universal of characteristics for what is defined as beautiful.
People assume beauty is just a visual experience, you see and expect others to agree upon what you think is beautiful. Beauty is instead a trait that bestows a perceptual experience to your eyes, ears, mind, aesthetic abilities and moral sense.
First, appreciation of beauty and excellence, it does not solely apply to human facial beauty or physique. I see so many people that fail to even notice the simplest of splendor in life. Nature, art, the human body, to science, and just everyday experiences. I can spend hours or even an entire day- if not more- just starring at the sky, the sun, and the moon. I wonder if others on this other end of the world are aware and grateful of the glories in life, the glories that are all for free. For we are sharing the same sky and I live under one that has one hell of a layer of pollution covering it and I still SEE what others do not. The magnificence of all this grandeur leaves a warm light of beauty within you. Beauty of the sublime can consume and eradicate you.
I see beauty in many of the faces that one might call ugly, I have taught myself to find beauty in smiles, in the light in ones eye, in their words, aspirations, dreams, and ambitions, and if they revealed it to me, their souls. It changed the way I saw people’s faces in every way. I learned to look at that scarred face or body in means of what it has endured. The torture that leaves one disfigured, especially when they once owned attractiveness in itself denotes beauty. It depicts what they have fought for and survived; their battle to live no matter the circumstances they are given. To have lived through agony and torture and survived with hope and love within themselves, those are the people that deserve the blessing of beauty- but life is not this way. You can still see the beauty beneath. This begins by realizing what you are born with is a blessing. Go out there and see for yourself that yes, we are NOT all blessed. I am not talking physical attraction for on that end I believe anyone could be alluring- all it takes is an education on proper nutrition and fitness and you will have that dream body if you discipline your dedication! Some of us genetically are granted an easier road than the rest, while others have to work way harder day in and out and for longer- but in the end it is more than feasible.
You know how they always said, love is blind or it makes you blind, it is not love that makes you blind but it is genuine acceptance and mutual understanding of others. When you truly allow yourself to open to someone, sympathize, sharing feels and stories, when you truly listen with care and find mutual grounds, smiles, and grimaces, that is when you love. Then once your soul, mind and heart have unwrapped, you see nothing but sheer beauty in that person.
Perceiving true beauty is a SKILL. What you find beautiful is indeed a reflection of who you are as a person.
Just as Confucius once said it, everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it . Be an extrovert, but do not restrict your capability of perceiving and understanding to your own thoughts. Open your mind and hearts. Free your mind from your own judgments and boundaries.
I shall end this with a short poem by Renaissance writer Thomas Campion followed by a lovely excerpt by Khalil Gibran.
“Beauty is but a painted hell;
shee wounds them that admire it,
shee kils them that desire it.
Give her pride but fuell,
no fire is more cruell.”
“And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.”