My Beautiful Rescue
A characteristic of a person, place, object or idea that provides a perceptual experience of pleasure, meaning or satisfaction.
Beauty. Aren’t you a funny thing ? Misconstrued and deconstructed by a world, which so obviously does not know right between wrong. Thus, how dare we even try and put a vanity-driven label on something. Something attractive or magnificent. Oh wait, we’re humans right ? And humans are flawed ? Perhaps. Well, without a doubt yes, actually. But it will be my prayer that somehow we’ll find beauty in areas that don’t make sense.
Beauty in the innocence behind a childhood photograph. Or being able to sleep in for that minute longer. Or wearing your most beloved sneakers. Or walking around feeling invincible. Or sleeping just to dream. Or locking eyes with somebody, who deep within the fragments of your imagination, may or may not love you. Or being able to finish that song, even if you’re not entirely sure it’s perfect. Or perhaps the most beautiful one of all;
Beauty within the lingering sensation of finding an outrageous sense of hope for the future, regardless of what the world gives you.
Something I’ve only just begun embracing. There’s an overwhelming sense of beauty in that promise. Infinitely more beautiful than anything else we deem beauty. Thankyou God.
