A Beautiful Day

What is your definition of a beautiful day? You step onto the train and finally find a seat without having to push and shove for one? Or you simply made it, somehow you pulled through the day. I think both of these are great versions of inner beauty, an overall feeling of gratitude. The feeling of accomplishment that radiates from your aura, touching upon others in various ways, whether it be through a twinkle in your eye or a mutual smile with a stranger. All these forms of beauty can easily touch upon us, but as with everything in life, it may come with a price.

Beauty is an all encompassing word, it can mean so many different things to so many different people. Each and every one of us has a unique story behind our version of beauty and where it came from. To some, beauty is an outward feature to manufacture by all means possible, whether it be plastic surgery or cosmetic products. And that is totally fine, as long as you can feel it in your soul, the effects of your constructed version. Everyone can experience it, it will not discriminate based on your demographics, which makes it even more pure and transcendental. This method of feeling what kindles your soul can become dangerous if not handled correctly. It can cause some to revert to clandestine means to obtain it. Some people go far to obtain this "beauty" in their hands by purchasing one night with it, or an international trip abroad. The ability to find a beautiful companion is in itself marketed as a luxury. The fundamental part of it all is that it does not need to be sought after or fought for, if you can see and accept it for what it is.

The luxury of appearing beautiful or possessing this kind of company can add value to your social hierarchy. This convenience makes it that much more appealing, and can even become your addiction. We get stuck on these images of what is supposed to look right or what society dictates as right. With all these definitions and versions of what should appeal to us, our senses easily become overwhelmed with the expectations of what should be. We simply do not let it exist as it should in its natural state, we try to alter and make it the way it should. This really takes away from the pure state of its essence. An unaltered form of beauty is very rare these days, but super yearned for, which is totally ironic. This makes beauty that much more marketable, due to its elusive nature. Everyone seems to have their own form of beauty, but yet everyone strives to obtain a standardized form of it. How did it come to be such a cherished entity, but yet still remain an abstract notion? The complex nature of this highly marketed value in our society makes it that much more overrated and altered. A true form of beauty has no need to flare up in times of need or dissipate with age, it will continue to evolve and glow over time, a timeless form of love within the universe.

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