Hi. How are you? I know you are beautiful. That’s the faith I have. A faith in each person’s individual potential to be beautiful. It makes me sad when I meet people who have turned away from that potential. But I know it is possible for them to be redeemed. I jump and shout and clap for joy when I meet those who keep faith and keep trying when finding that potential in themselves and in their circumstances (let alone tapping it) is difficult. It is often difficult. Perhaps the greatest malice we should fear as a civilization is the layers we willfully put between individuals and beauty, their own and that of this serendipitous gravity-bound, rock-in-a-gas-chamber, we ride around the universe on.
By now, surely you understand that I don’t mean beauty as in a magazine cover. But even there -color, technique, precision, the gloss and heft of the paper- are details that may sum up to beauty. Surprise, delight, a persistent small amazement, that is beauty. The way Gerbera daisies can always make you smile. That the sunset is captivating every single time it happens. When you squeal at being tickled. When you’re struck dumb by your lover’s profile as they brush their teeth or laugh in that horsey way. Enjoying a moment of pride for earning the trust of a child. The warmth that spreads when someone treats you with genuine respect and kindness. A piece of music that gets you every time, in exactly the same place. An unexpectedly juicy peach. Beauty.
Think you can recognize it now? Look for it every place you go, and especially in the mirror. Make a little beauty in someone else’s life and watch what happens. It’s better than a magic trick.