How lovely, how sweet … How sad.
This truly is what life ‘should’ be all about, but we seem to have lost our way; our sense of Life.
Now we are judged by the status of our careers, the cost of our vehicles, how many hours a day we work out at the gym, where we buy our clothes.
We are so busy staying busy that we fail to see; forget to look. But then of course we haven’t a clue as to what to look for.
Do we look for riches, or creature comforts? Do we seek beauty beyond description at any cost, a body worthy of a God or Goddess? Do we spend our days and nights searching for something outside of our own Self, or do we sit back and appreciate what we have already? And in sitting back, does that mean we no longer strive for more, or that we are we content?
I have known beautiful people - those who turn heads as the pass by, yet for some of those, the beauty is only skin deep. If you were to peel back the layers of their much sought after beauty, they are empty shells. And if the Gods were to rip away their beauty, they would not know how to survive.
I have also known some not so beautiful people, who are just as empty - angry at the world for what they see as a lack of beauty in their lives. In their fear of being seemingly ugly to the world, their hearts grow cold and hard., and they become that which they fear - ugly.
Perhaps it’s my view that is askew. Perhaps I have over-simplified life in my desire to have just that - a simple life.
Yes, your beauty may catch my eye, but it’s the condition of your heart and soul that will keep me enthralled, or send me running for the hills. I don’t care if there is a six-pack under your shirt, as long as there isn’t one hidden in the back of the fridge. I would rather see wrinkles around your eyes, than small scars behind your ears. I would rather know you love what you do, than love the money it may bring you.
“The important things in life are those things which we tend to overlook and take for granted. The really important things are nestled inside your heart.”
I may never be a trophy on any man’s arm - those years are far behind me; but I will be a trophy nestled in his heart, because he has seen the beauty inside.
GlassPoet ~2005~
