Beauty

Definition:

- the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, color, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest).

- something excellent of its kind.

I love that this definition says that beauty is a “quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind.” The fact that the mind determines what is beauty fascinates me. This means that beauty is not just defined by one thing. It is not just fashion, looks, the latest trends, hair colour, etc. Beauty is what I think is beautiful or what fascinates my mind, but this can be altered by what the world tells me to think beauty is. I have a choice to see beauty for what beauty is to me or what others say that beauty is. Do we actually take the time to see things that we think are beautiful? Or do we just follow what everyone else thinks and assume that something is beautiful because its highlighted by others opinions or the worlds’? Do we even think for ourselves anymore or do we just accept what other people say and assume ‘oh that must be true because everyone says it is or everyone is believing that?’ I refuse to believe something that I have not taken the time to educate myself on or gain knowledge about.

Where does beauty come from? Why does something or someone trigger our mind to believe that this thing or person carries the word “beauty”? For my mind to think that something is beautiful has to come from somewhere, a thought, an influence. Its not just soley what I believe is beauty. My understanding of what possess beauty is influenced from somewhere or something. I believe that true beauty is seen in its most natural state possible. A smile, a laugh, nature, honesty, tears, innocence in a child, embracing someone, just being there for someone, colours, a kiss, the wind, etc. All of these have something in common that make up the word beauty. God. These natural things reflect the one who carries beauty in his hand. He is all of this and above. These are just glimpses of Him. He is in a kiss, a smile, a laugh, the wind, nature, a child, tears, honesty. He is in everything. Fake beauty is faultered images of the true image. That’s why one is never satisfied with just one piece of clothing, one look, one hair style. Its materialistic beauty. Its a copy. These are things that are used to make up beauty, not to truly contain beauty. They are to “make” someone beautiful, when that person or thing already accomodates beauty. The fact that you are made by God, makes you an automatic holder of beauty because God is beauty. He is the author of beauty and you are his story.

Why do we forget this? Are we really so much apart of this world that we forget to recognise beauty in its true form? We won’t except beauty in its true form. Why can nature be beautiful but not you? Why can flowers have this awe about them but not you? Why don’t we allow ourselves to fit in to this category? Are we really that ignorant? Are we really so consumed by what other people think?

I don’t know. You decide how you want to live. You decide if you want this to cripple you and entangle your thinking or be set free by it. The only one who can truly define beauty is the one who made what is beautiful. This includes you.

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~ by Caroline Edwards on September 7, 2010.