Real beauty has no age, height, weight, colour, season, or time.
It is seen equally in the rose and the thorn.
In the microscope - and the telescope
In the vast mountains - and the pebble that rests alone on a virgin shore.
And just as it can be expressed in a renaissance fresco, or found carved in the stone of a gothic Cathedral - so too, can it be heard in a symphony orchestra, seen in a photo, watched on a screen, or read between the lines of a poet’s prose.
Thus, clearly Beauty is far more than just a temporary aesthetic.
As an essence, it is eternal - and as a form, it is expressed in infinite variety.
Much like us as individuals too.
Do you know, there are almost eight billion people alive on the earth right now.
And, by that margin, it stands to reason that there are almost eight billion unique versions of human beauty alive too! (Not to mention the countless other generations of beauty who have come before us . . . or those who are still waiting to come.)
After all, each person - just like each cloud, and each flower, and each rain drop, and each blade of grass - is a unique expression of nature.
We have never been seen before.
We may never be seen again.
Yet, while living - we have this opportunity to be truly present.
In other words, to fully inhabit this body - and express this heart - and bring light to this soul, which guides our every action.
Hence, if we ever find ourselves straying into self doubt, or worrying that our own essence of beauty is somehow not as good as others . . . then, remember this little clue;
Something that can be found in the word itself, if only we learn to see it properly.
Beautiful . . .
Be You To The Full