A beautiful sunset, a starry night, perfect colours on a perfect canvas, a field of daffodils. I know some of it just sounds petty and ridiculous when I say it but when you're standing in front of any of those things, the word ridiculous is the last that comes to mind.
Instead words like exquisite, inspiring, ravishing, gorgeous, beautiful come to mind.
Then, what comes to mind after you say those words? I can't help but think of people. Exquisite reminds me of a picture we have of my mom in a sleek red dress years ago. Inspiring reminds me of the feeling I have when I hear my friend play the harmonica. Ravishing is like those bright blue eyes my younger cousin has. Gorgeous calls to mind a painting Van Gogh did once of a field of cherry blossoms. And those late night conversations with my older sister, well, those are just beautiful.
So-I was thinking today It's impossible that beauty is relative. There's just no way. And I won't ever let someone tell me that it is because, to me, beauty is truth. When you look into the deep, telling eyes of someone you love and you soak in their beauty, there's a feeling in your heart that you might be able to find truth there. Just like when you're driving home during sunset and you see the sky painted with thin purple clouds outlined with the purest, brightest yellow, almost white-you don't want to take your eyes off of that scene because, deep down, we all seem to think that by looking on something beautiful, eventually truth will be birthed through the exquisitness of it.
beauty, truth
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