I BELIEVE THAT BEAUTY DOESN'T EXIST.


Beautiful isn't an adjective.
Or a noun.
Or a quality.


Beauty is not in the object, but in our minds.


To you, music may be a mere convenience. But to a musician, it is his life, something BEAUTIFUL.

To you, clothes may be a simple body protector. But to a fashion designer, fabric and every little piece of thread is BEAUTIFUL.

To you, bugs may be a nuisance. But to a biologist, every little life that lies on the face of this earth is BEAUTIFUL.

To you, the sounds surrounding you is something normal. But to a blind man, every fragment of sound is of value, is BEAUTIFUL.


To a realist, pain is beauty.
To a dreamer, happily ever after is beauty.

To a mother, her daughter is beauty.
To a daughter, her mother is beauty.

To a child, wisdom is beauty.
To an adult, youth is beauty.

To an optimist, living is beauty.
To a pessimist, death is beauty.


In this way, beauty is not definite, it is not fixed. It lies in our minds, our hearts, the way in which we see things.


This is why I say everything in this world is BEAUTIFUL.
But then people argue that 'beauty' would lose its meaning if that were true. But how can something lose its meaning if it never had one in the first place?


Everything is BEAUTIFUL, beauty is everywhere. It just takes right person to find it in certain things. It takes the right mind to identify it. But it is always there, regardless.


So when someone says you're BEAUTIFUL, don't deny it. Because beauty is not in the appearance, nor is it in the heart like it is commonly mistaken. It is in the mind and the eyes of the person who named you as BEAUTIFUL.


Scientists, philosophers and people in general have been pondering the definition of beauty for countless of years, and I finally have an answer:
Beauty cannot be defined, because it doesn't exist.
 

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