In an ugly world with ugly wants and ugly greeds, finding beauty is a difficult task. What is beauty? How do we know what is beautiful? Is it the girl with the pretty face and slim waist? Or the boy with sparkling eyes and a dashing personality is beautiful in this ugly world? Is it the famous celebrity known for their charisma? Or is it the small pond in your village no one knows about? Maybe it is the gold-plated tip of a sleek pen displayed in the mall.
It can be any art in any gallery. The diamond ring adorning the hand of a rich woman and the pink sunset behind the mountains seems very beautiful. The colorful woollen cap against the white fur of a llama and the serenity of a Buddhist temple is very beautiful. It brings a sense of fear to me; what if one day i wake up and they’re gone?
How to find beauty:
In an ugly world with ugly wants and ugly greed, finding beauty does not seem a far away dream anymore. I’ve found it in the freckles tracing my dear mother’s skin, shaped like a beautiful constellation. I’ve found it in the stubbles of my dad’s unevenly shaved face. A flower bloomed on my favorite cactus today, no matter how many times I bled trying to pet it, my adoration for the little cactus remained unmoving. The bright pink flower that bloomed today felt like a beautiful reflection of my feelings. Light scars, fading back into my sister’s skin looked so beautiful today. Haven’t they always been there? How did I notice only now?
In an ugly world with ugly wants and ugly greed’s, finding beauty seems somewhat easier now. The peace I felt when my friend read out her favorite piece of poetry to me, was so beautiful. It was there in the cute pictures of a cat sleeping. Beauty was so painfully obvious in the teacher’s guise when the students readily answered her questions. A sense of achievement and pride painting her face, lightly curling up in a smile. The amused laugh my sister let out after we vibe together to a song both of us hated the most.
Conclusion:
It was funny when she hid behind me, fearing a stray dog. But I felt brave enough to take a long way home with her. Even the days when I feel disappointed in myself for wasting all my time in bed feel better seeing the Dora-the-Explorer clock on my bedside table, something a friend gifted as a joke.
Is the world changing for the better or am I?
