There are a lot of times when we believe that we are different than others. And I’ve got to admit, it’s kind of beautiful and selfless. I know that there is a lot of controversy in what the word “beauty” means, but let me tell you what I think is beautiful. I find the action of realizing differences completely extraordinary. I believe that what makes us human is the ability of realizing the difference among our own specie and accepting it as not bad, but rather wonderful.
It’s amazing to me the acceptance we show one another during hard times. We agree that we are different, but when something terrible happens, it is as if our race, religion, language, beliefs and everything that makes us different from one another just sheds off. As if for once, we forget the beauty in difference and are willing to see the not-so-beautiful part of not only us personally, but us as a human race.
I tend to believe that if you try too hard to find beauty in things, you’ll never find it. Beauty is not that thing that you suddenly found in an old friendship. Beauty is the friendship as a whole. We take it for granted. Most of the time when people look for beauty and do not find it, it is because of two reasons: they don’t seem to know where to start looking or they know what they’re looking for.
See, and that’s the beauty of it; you don’t have to look for it. It’s there in that small child crying on a plane, in your friend laughing at your bad joke, in your parents warning you to not touch the hot stove. Beauty is in me, writing about beauty and you reading it. Beauty is in the fact that we are able to read. Beauty is in the fact that I am capable of sharing my thoughts with you and you being able to nod your head and agree or shake your head and disagree.