Beauty, what is it?


We humans are obsessed by beauty, but do we even know what it is.

Striving for that perfect look, through makeup, razors, brands, botox, expensive rejuvination creams and plastic surgery.

Meanwhile nature effortlessly presents it’s immense beauty, at every possible opportunity.

While we humans, eagerly displace our natural appearance for a manufactured, civilised, expensive one, following the fashion of our peers, all following the fashion of our leaders, and role models, who are paid, bribed or simply doing the same as we do, following the herd, an ever repeating loop.

We see the vibrant setting sun, a bird chirping and fluttering, the dance of light sparkling through water onto a wall, the flicker of a fire’s flames, dazzingly beautiful, effortless, perhaps that is what helps it to be beautiful, it just is, calm and relaxed.

With so many “natural” looking make ups and mimicry of the normal way of things, all at a high price tag, but we cannot simply be natural, we are sold an image we can never attain, a natural beauty more beautiful than nature, but however we try we can never attain, every new product seems to only briefly bring us there, only to leave us desperate for more of the same.

Perhaps it is just about the habit, instilled in us, that an effort must be made for a social situation, to be clothed, clean and presentable, in our concrete surrounds, with our mud free plastic coated foods, doing unfulfilling tasks that leave us to seek fulfillment in appearance, attention from others.

Nothing so much wrong with these things, except perhaps the lose of ourselves, the lose of our time and resources given to simply being socially acceptable, or the image of what that might be, if we can only get there, we are undeniably a social species, and we achieve such great things, thanks to our collaborative efforts.

But I suggest we should be constantly questioning what we are doing, do these things help us progress, or are they an expensive habit, an addiction to a way of thinking that simply fixes us in a way of acting, that presents nothing new, nothing except for the profit of a few, absorbing our creative energy, but without the satisfaction of computer of completing something and gifting it to others.

Are we democratic towards our own thoughts, able to object to what we think, to stop and make changes, that suit us better, or are we non-questioning, stuck on what we have already been doing for umpteen years, change is unthinkable, following the herd writin our own heads, a flock of thoughts, constantly flowing like a river, we cannot even see the slow flowing places, where we could get our orientation, connect to our intuition and look at the river objectively, and at the many rivers presented to us by y he many voices, especially those that annoy us the most, our mentors, instead we object, complain, but make no actions.

If we are not able to be democratic, and humble, towards ourselves, to be wrong and change direction, listen to our own gut and other voices that disagree with the thoughts we may have, we may talk democracy but we are not democratic in ourselves, and are simply a part of the seemingly general way of thinking, of having an opinion based on ego attachment to dogma, labels and idiologies and not facts, we are not democratic because we will not listen to those we disagree with, we cannot be empathetic, we only want to associate ourselves with the agreeable, that is more inline with communism, or whatever other idiologies that we may feel are of more benefit, but ultimately being unable to listen to the disagreeable with empathy just brings more of the same, people not feeling empathy.

Thanks for reading, Sam.

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