Sad girls in snow.
I use to think that I was weird because I could find great beauty in the strangest places. I now know that I’m weird (but because of related things), and that beauty is all around us every day. Life is beautiful. The world is filled with astounding things that people seem to be painfully unaware of. I can’t help but wonder why more people don’t stop, open their eyes and just marvel at the world is around them.
Along those same lines I am the kind of person that sees the beauty in sadness. This is not the same thing as thinking that suffering is beautiful. I’m talking about when a person’s sadness is so great that they let everything else go and you can see them for who they really are. Or when a group of people mourning all share a sense of lose that touches the hearts of each one of them. Make no mistake these events are tragic and I’d rather see people happy and in love any time, but even so the beauty of such moments moves me.
I was in love with a girl and at the time her love for both me and another was tearing apart. We took a walk by the river and I think that she was going to try and break things off with me. Instead she ended up telling me how she felt and broke down in tears. For the first time I saw her cry and so we sat on the grass and she cried and I tried to comfort her. She had snot running down her nose, her eyes were red, and her face was dirty and I don’t think that she was ever as beautiful to me as she was at that moment.
When my last grandparent passed away I went to her funeral and for the first and only time saw one of my uncles cry. He is a person that I have always though of as gruff and loud. He’s always the type to speak his mind and not care what anyone seems to think. He often has a cigar. Yet when he went up in front of my family to speak, he could not get through his speech without tears streaming down his face. It was a display of love and respect that I didn’t know he was capable of. It was profoundly beautiful.
To me, beautiful things are things that resonate with my soul (as much as I hate to use such a loaded word, it really is the only fitting one in this case). It is something that is all around us even in the worst of times and it is one of the things that makes like worth living.
Along those same lines I am the kind of person that sees the beauty in sadness. This is not the same thing as thinking that suffering is beautiful. I’m talking about when a person’s sadness is so great that they let everything else go and you can see them for who they really are. Or when a group of people mourning all share a sense of lose that touches the hearts of each one of them. Make no mistake these events are tragic and I’d rather see people happy and in love any time, but even so the beauty of such moments moves me.
I was in love with a girl and at the time her love for both me and another was tearing apart. We took a walk by the river and I think that she was going to try and break things off with me. Instead she ended up telling me how she felt and broke down in tears. For the first time I saw her cry and so we sat on the grass and she cried and I tried to comfort her. She had snot running down her nose, her eyes were red, and her face was dirty and I don’t think that she was ever as beautiful to me as she was at that moment.
When my last grandparent passed away I went to her funeral and for the first and only time saw one of my uncles cry. He is a person that I have always though of as gruff and loud. He’s always the type to speak his mind and not care what anyone seems to think. He often has a cigar. Yet when he went up in front of my family to speak, he could not get through his speech without tears streaming down his face. It was a display of love and respect that I didn’t know he was capable of. It was profoundly beautiful.
To me, beautiful things are things that resonate with my soul (as much as I hate to use such a loaded word, it really is the only fitting one in this case). It is something that is all around us even in the worst of times and it is one of the things that makes like worth living.