I’m not sure whether my post will be even considered as good, forget about winning; nevertheless, I wanted to participate in the Yahoo! Dove Real Beauty contest, not because of the lucrative prize but it got me thinking about what beauty means to me.
The first sunray that hits the earth, the twinkling stars, the moon in the dark sky, the first rain, the morning dew, the blooming flower, the fireflies, a baby’s smile, the butterflies, the mountains, the snow and the running stream-they all are beautiful. I even find a mother’s lullaby to be beautiful. There’s beauty in everything; you just need the eyes and heart to appreciate it. I truly believe in the saying, “beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”.
Even a soothing song, a memory, a thought, a feeling and a dream that are immaterial could be beautiful too. There’s beauty in a poet’s poem; there’s beauty in an artist’s artwork. When, one tries to find beauty in everything, it becomes very difficult to generalize what exactly beauty means to him or her; it’s even more difficult to put them in words. And there’s beauty in those words too.
Like other women, I want to possess a blemish free and beautiful skin too. How about a perfect silhouette, with no flab at all? Hair that’s always done, pricey clothes, fancy makeups, diamonds and everything that is believed to make a woman beautiful. However, sometimes, I wonder whether it would have made me look any more beautiful. Everyone forgets that fair skin wrinkles away, hair turns gray and whether we like it or not, we grow old. Even the sky falls apart, the moon disappears and the snow melts leaving behind only the beautiful memories.
I’m not saying that physical beauty got no importance at all. I’m just telling that it doesn’t lasts forever. It’s very natural for a good-looking person to feel special when he or she is with a bunch of plain looking people but that illusion fades away when that person grows old with the same group of people. I’m sure that he or she would gradually see how special everyone is.
Beauty might not be everlasting but if it manages to bring smile on someone’s face even after it’s gone then it must have really been beautiful.
I feel this article is incomplete; there are many things that I could have added but I’m just not finding the right words. I’m sure that it’s not writer’s block, just ignorance. Probably, years from now, I might truly realize what exactly beauty means to me.
Anyway, thanks to both Yahoo and Dove for providing me with an opportunity to learn about what beauty means to me! Now, I’m on an eternal quest of finding the truth; there’s beauty in truth too. Thanks to Indiblogger’s team too!