Sorry Beautiful
These past few weeks, I have come to realize many things about life, myself, or however you want to see. The point is this new discovery has led me onto a theory about how certain words are used or better yet abused to the point of shear worthlessness. For instance, sorry. I will not say I don’t apologize, but I will say I rarely ever do. Apologies are intended to be heartfelt, sincere and the giver needs to understand why they are apologizing. They are not meant to be given for sick gratification of the receiver, the soothing over of a situation that has not been resolved, or just because one is forced to.
That’s how I feel about the word beautiful. Many things in my life are beautiful but there is a misconception that beauty is all about looks. Not to say that there are not beautiful things in life but when it comes to living organisms, beauty is about looks. I have very attractive friends, but I have called very few of my friends beautiful. Does it mean the ones that I have not called beautiful are not attractive? No. Beauty to me is a lifestyle. It’s a personality. It’s the kind words that come out of someone’s mouth. It’s the helping hand that you lend without being asked. It’s the little things you do to make someone’s day a little easier. It’s kindness. It’s being genuine. It’s being warm. With all these things the beauty, I see, shines through.
Anyway, whomever I end up with is going to be beautiful. It’s not some unreachable peak that I am expecting someone to climb and if you think it is, you are just being lazy. Sorry.