"Mom what doe it mean
The word 'beautiful'?
I mean what is it's content?
What are you saying
When you use it"
She gave a look
Of serious consideration
Took a deep breath
And lovingly she said:
I will not ruin this for you
So I will say it like this
Beautiful means
That you see something
Feel or hear something,
You could marvel at for hours
Perhaps it will be a flower
Maybe it's a pet
Often for a man, it is a woman
And the other way around
But not always and that's fine too
When Socrates asked the same
The answers were extensive
Philosophers have asked this
Many times before
But here's what I learned:
When a cat is a good cat,
It will not scratch you
Or dig it's teeth in you
When a cat is a bad cat
It will do exactly what feels
Natural to it's species
So who are we indeed
To ask a cat to be
Anything else than what it is?
It is the same
With the concept of beauty
It does not apply
To your personal rules and structures
It is perfect
It was made that way
So who are we indeed
To judge it?
The concept is beauty
Is taught and learned
And I'm sorry
But I'm not buying it.
May we decide for ourselves
What beauty looks like to us
But perhaps start
With a good look in the mirror
And love the face
That's looking back.
Because it is perfect.
It was made that way. ;)
Most people would have said (and did say) that all my ex's were ugly but never in my eyes because I saw their genious. For a long time I believe this of myself too but then I gave it some serious thought and I realised that we will never stop judging other people's looks until we truly learn to stop judging ourselves first. Love yourself and you will love others more truly.