What is Beauty
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but is it in the eye, or is it in the heart?
There is beauty in symmetry.
In a face or a flower.
Yet there are times where I look at muscles and glower. Haha
Is it not so much the perfection of one?
Or can it be the way that the sun
Hits the hair of a child while playing for fun.
Does beauty show itself more in vulnerability and love?
When the guard is down and truth bubbles above
The surface
What's below is what counts
You can have your countless filters and fraud
I’ll take an ounce
Of real ‘reality’
Even if its sadness
And even if its pain
There is the Golden Ratio
There's also the rain.
And mistakes and lessons and learning from ugly
I can be ugly. Can you?
Then what?
You move and you grow
From the rain and the sun
The yin and the yang
The dark and the light
What matters the most is
You don't give up the fight
To look for the beauty
No matter the time
Push through the discomfort
And you will be fine
Just train your eye
And you will see
That you can find beauty
In anything