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Yesterday I did something I shouldn't have. Things seemed fine at the time, but I do not like how I feel right now.
Right now I feel wretched. An oversensitive person, wretchedness--any intensely negative emotion, really-- is excruciatingly hard to bear.
And so I thought back to the pervading subject on my mind of late, beauty. Is feeling awful beautiful? Is learning an important life lesson (albeit too late) beautiful? Is acting contrary to who you supposedly embody, when done out of adoration of someone, beautiful? And if so, when? And tragedy, when it is your own, is it beautiful too?
The thing I am constantly discovering about beauty is that it is more than I thought it would be, and simultaneously nothing I thought it would be. Beauty, then, is incredibly subjective, a conclusion I am reluctant to accept. Shouldn't there be ground rules? Some sort of system to classify what things are beautiful and how?
Right now everything just seems so murky.
Right now I feel wretched. An oversensitive person, wretchedness--any intensely negative emotion, really-- is excruciatingly hard to bear.
And so I thought back to the pervading subject on my mind of late, beauty. Is feeling awful beautiful? Is learning an important life lesson (albeit too late) beautiful? Is acting contrary to who you supposedly embody, when done out of adoration of someone, beautiful? And if so, when? And tragedy, when it is your own, is it beautiful too?
The thing I am constantly discovering about beauty is that it is more than I thought it would be, and simultaneously nothing I thought it would be. Beauty, then, is incredibly subjective, a conclusion I am reluctant to accept. Shouldn't there be ground rules? Some sort of system to classify what things are beautiful and how?
Right now everything just seems so murky.