Who really understands what beauty is? Where can we truly find beauty? How do we know when he have reached such level that it becomes beautiful? First of all, is beauty real, or is it all just a bunch of words put together forcing them to fit like a puzzle? The questions can go on for ever almost like the Great Wall of Chine but, I’m sure you don’t want to hear them and I don’t want to write them.
First of all what is beauty? According to, “dictionary.com” Beauty is defined as “The quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind.” But why should pleasure go along with the word beauty? Pleasure goes off to different branches. Such things that give some people, “pleasure” such like alcohol and drugs, I personally do not find any type of beauty with in them. Rather I find them as a auto-destructor. Not only that but such negative pleasure only makes you run away from your life and make everything alright while the effect last. After you are no longer intoxicated you come back from the clouds to a harsh reality of shame. But in a way these types of actions only help us more go into deeper detail of what truly is beauty.
Perhaps when we thing of Beauty we think of fashion. We see the top designer brands as being, Beautiful. We are willing to pay a good $80 for a shirt when we can get the same one but with a different brand for $20. As I type this I remember how at times me and my friends would joke around at times. We would get a plain and simple shirt and we would say, “Look I got my shirt for $15.” Then we would get a logo from a brand such as, “Abercrombie” and tape it to our plain shirt. With that done we would decided that our shirt was now $30 more than the usual price. This at first instinct may as well sound bad but in a way this also helps us get that much closer to truly understanding what beauty is. Perhaps if we don’t have the top brands certain people we conceder our “friends” will stop talking to us. Being a teenager in the US, such a materialistic country, we have a harsh time out side of home. Many of us teenagers feel bombarded with so much pure pressure. We are so worried to try and fit in that we are whiling to do what ever it takes. Even if it means, destroying our inner beauty. Not only that but we also become center target of the media. Magazines, T.V. Radio, Internet, you name it, they attack it! The media in a way wants to put a mask on us with their products, making our inner beauty fade away like a sunset in the beach.
With so many attacks from the media it almost feels like the movie 300. So many enemies trying to influence our own self opinion, against few but very strong warriors. But what the media believes is Beauty, others know it’s a curse. Such curse that it has led them down the drain like water flowing after a soft rain. They try so hard to be beautiful to an extend were they can punish themselves. They look at the universal physical beauty to most. They believe they need to be thin, with colored eyes and with a body full of curves. But why is it that it almost feels as if this was something we depend on. Humanity can take this idea to such extend that they would do anything to hide their inner beauty, so their physical body can be showed. Humanity has taken this idea that some have auto destroyed themselves. Many stressing over their weight and developing anorexia. Others, who tend to be wealthy take the plastic door out and get plastic surgery. What ever the case is, we the people of earth have tried to adapt to the “normal” kind, as we imitate them. Not only does this show we have no voice of our own but it also shows that we only like to burry our inner beauty more and more.
Thru out this writing where I have been expressing my thoughts, I have mentioned inner beauty. But what is inner beauty? The idea of inner beauty changes from person to person. I believe inner beauty is what shapes us into who we are. I believe that inner beauty is how we face certain situations, and how we stand up to our actions. I believe that inner beauty is self thought as we grow older. We are not born with inner beauty, we learn from our mistakes forming our own unique inner beauty. I believe that inner beauty is like a receipt. It needs several ingredients of different flavors, with different amounts of it, mixing it all together to make a delicious final result. Such cake in my opinion is composed of very off the counter ingredients. Love, Family, and Faith. This is what shapes my own inner beauty as Oscar, trying not to get attacked by media telling me other wise.
How can we experience what beauty is really like, if we are not able to see it. I went a whole day blind in school. Not knowing where to go for the whole day, relying on my friends to guide me from class to class. But as the day went by and as I became more irritated by the dumb jokes being made, I began to understand more of our inner beauty. I began to understand how bad media plays with our heads that some people find it entertaining to play jokes on a blind person. But all bad comes with good as well. By doing this I was able to see the inner beauty of others. I began to see that not all was bad in this world. This also showed the soft side of others. It showed how even though it may make them run late, they find a beauty in helping those in need.
To some the simple fact of holding the door open may only seem as the right thing to do. To others it seems as a sign of friendship even though you don’t know the person. To some a sunset may seem like a simple routine. To others the sunset is the most romantic and meaningful part of the day. To some a computer is that machine that does your life so much easier. To others a computer is a beautiful device that works in ones and zeros making the life of students much easier. To some beauty is what your eyes allow you to see. To others beauty is what your heart allows you to feel, what your ears allow you to experience and what your mouth allows you to express.
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