Celebrity, pageant winner, supermodel, body builder, the star of the latest movie.. We all know that this is beauty, right?
If only... the smallest size, sculpted features, toned bodies, the finest in apparel, flawless in appearance. It's what we all aspire to one day be. To be "beautiful"
Who has defined "beauty" in appearance? Who, in society, have we allowed to become the teachers of this valuable lesson?
Is there anyone who takes the time to think, "How did a certain weight become the perfect size? Who chose this number? Who decided that a line on a face needed correction?"
We've allowed this to happen. Often, we never realize that these ideas have been accepted into our thought process, therefore altering our perception of those around us. Now is the time, in a world so enthralled by appearance, to turn our thoughts to what is of real importance.
When you notice someone, who has moved on from the time of what we consider capable of "beauty" ... choose that moment to pause. In this pause, see with your heart.
Look into the eyes of the past.
Comfort the heartbreak found in creases, long after the pain is gone. Share the joy found in lines, as if it happened today.
Experience the victory in struggles won, the strength gained in battles lost.
Imagine your fingertips tracing these creases, these lines. With your touch, read epics written so long ago. Look with eyes that are truly opened. Your spirit is awakened. Your face lights with wonder...
Your own story has begun.
~ searching for beauty where most fail to notice ~
December 5, 2010
November 26, 2010
Where Most Fail to Notice
Reflecting upon my life, it is impossible to discern when my view of the world began to change. I haven't a time, nor have I a place, for this transformation. I can only acknowledge that this change happened.
I assume, that at some point in my life, seeds may have been planted within my heart. Seeds that would cause growth. This growth would become a viewpoint. A viewpoint that would become a mindset. A mindset that would forever change me.
To be honest, some of what lead to this mindset was a bit of my headstrong ways in early years. If everyone else did it one way; then, of course, I must do it another. How little I knew where this would lead. With maturity, this determination to counter others opinions, took on even greater meaning for me.
I began to realize that many views of others, weren't their views at all. They were only concepts adopted from society, because this was what was accepted as normal.
One of these adopted concepts, is that a rainy day is a bad day. What is missed by most? The serenity to be found in gray skies. The scent of fresh rain in the air. Cars lights flashing on wet pavement at night. Running for a store, laughing as you get soaked, because you forgot your umbrella.
Footsteps on wet leaves on a mountain trail, skin dampened by the light drizzle or the steady beat of rain through nearby trees... some of my favorite moments made by rainy days.
When did it become accepted that a rainy day was undesired? Why must we continue to accept others opinions as our own? Who set these rules that we have chosen to follow? Question your ideas, examine your thought process. Ask yourself, "Is this really my beliefs or those of society?"
Allow the unadorned to become the ornate, naivete to become wisdom, the imperfect to become the ideal. Gain inspiration from the "ordinary". Above all, take time to notice the miracles that surround us daily.
~ searching for beauty where most fail to notice ~
I assume, that at some point in my life, seeds may have been planted within my heart. Seeds that would cause growth. This growth would become a viewpoint. A viewpoint that would become a mindset. A mindset that would forever change me.
To be honest, some of what lead to this mindset was a bit of my headstrong ways in early years. If everyone else did it one way; then, of course, I must do it another. How little I knew where this would lead. With maturity, this determination to counter others opinions, took on even greater meaning for me.
I began to realize that many views of others, weren't their views at all. They were only concepts adopted from society, because this was what was accepted as normal.
One of these adopted concepts, is that a rainy day is a bad day. What is missed by most? The serenity to be found in gray skies. The scent of fresh rain in the air. Cars lights flashing on wet pavement at night. Running for a store, laughing as you get soaked, because you forgot your umbrella.
Footsteps on wet leaves on a mountain trail, skin dampened by the light drizzle or the steady beat of rain through nearby trees... some of my favorite moments made by rainy days.
When did it become accepted that a rainy day was undesired? Why must we continue to accept others opinions as our own? Who set these rules that we have chosen to follow? Question your ideas, examine your thought process. Ask yourself, "Is this really my beliefs or those of society?"
Allow the unadorned to become the ornate, naivete to become wisdom, the imperfect to become the ideal. Gain inspiration from the "ordinary". Above all, take time to notice the miracles that surround us daily.
~ searching for beauty where most fail to notice ~
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