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I can't help but feel convinced that today has been an ugly day. Sure, it doesn't help that everything outside is one shade or another of grey, but if beauty was determined by colour would have started colouring-by-numbers sooner. I'm sick of hearing 2-1 scores, which colours to wear this winter, which jeans will make my ass look the best. I'm tired of this bitches n' hoes world measuring how long your chain is or how low your car rides. I'm sick of hearing the weatherman tell me what I could have told him in advance. I'm sick of seeing the Invisible Woman on the street, though fully covered by runway rags, surely has no skin underneath to house the shell inside. I'm tired of hearing "Well she must WANT to be poor then" followed in suit by a prestigious laughter. I'm tired of Leonardo DiCaprio life lessons, or better still, I'm tired of no Leonardo DiCaprio life lessons. I'm sick of the assumption that this is the way life should be, that the human crescendo is just around the corner. What can be solved with an air conditioner, lower gas prices, mileage to the moon, post-consumer recycled fibre? It is reasurring to believe that however ugly though, the potential for beauty is there. Reassuring, but tiring. I believe that the power to be (for a lack of a more appropriate word) good is always there, however idealistic that may seem. I don't enjoy thinking in opposite terms, that the world is an ugly place in need of a facelift. It is a beautiful place in need of an intervention, however ugly today may seem. Don't forget that.
I was always taught in school that 'beautiful' is an ordinary word that provides little to no explanation of a particular circumstance. Like 'pretty', or 'nice'. Grab a thesaurus, pick another word, they always said to me. But how often can something I know of be described as 'beautiful'? I am not surrounded by beautiful scenery, beautiful minds or beautiful hearts, beautiful romance, beautiful risks, beautiful reason. How can a word be called ordinary if I don't even know what the word means? And so begins the hunt for a definition.
I was always taught in school that 'beautiful' is an ordinary word that provides little to no explanation of a particular circumstance. Like 'pretty', or 'nice'. Grab a thesaurus, pick another word, they always said to me. But how often can something I know of be described as 'beautiful'? I am not surrounded by beautiful scenery, beautiful minds or beautiful hearts, beautiful romance, beautiful risks, beautiful reason. How can a word be called ordinary if I don't even know what the word means? And so begins the hunt for a definition.