more emo ranting
Appropriating Laotzu's words from Tao Te Ching: to describe feeling in words is like pinning a butterfly. The husk is captured but the flying is lost.
Few days back, a friends passing remark about beauty and how society's shallow obsession and
pursuit of superficial beauty sadly defines the perspectives of the majority of human
populance.
At the time, admittedly, I didnt give my reply much thought and as usual I replied without
sincerety. I think I said something about it being difficult to judge someone from casual
acquaintance so by convention, the way you dress and look tends to cenment the entirety of
other people's opinions about you. It just makes todays fast paced world possible. Hence,
the material sense of individualism that fuels a binge economy of ever increasing spending
as people try to define their own 'style'. Product = Personality.
Later that same friend was lamenting how the world, most people she knew anyway, did not
percieve her to be beautiful. I cannot tell her she is beautiful. I cannot tell her the rest
of the world is wrong. And I definitely cannot tell her that she is wrong. (NEVER NEVER tell
anyone they are wrong with sincerety) BUT I can tell her at least one person. At least I
think she is beautiful.
When Dumbledore told Hagrid universal acceptance is impossible, I think he was saying
something fundamental. Personal insecurities, failings. WHAT EVER. No one is gonna remember
your mistakes as much as you do. (Unless you are George Bush, evil
petrol-coloured-souless-low-life-ass-licker-wuss)
Its not impossible. But changing other people's perception of beauty is hard. Hence
impossible. Beauty is a fluid concept that is hard to define.
Love might be beautiful. If it isn't obsessive, insidious and jealous.
Questions rage in my mind when its too hot to fall asleep before 3 in the morning...
What is so beautiful in having grandchildren fall asleep on a pensioner's lap? Having people
that care about you, have faith in you, trust you? What makes an U2 song beautiful? Sitting
by yourself on a beach, or campaigning for MakePROVERTYhistory? What is beautiful in keeping
touch now and then, spurging on things you dont need, or achieving personal goals? What's
beautiful in romantic and dark melodramas, favourite old actors or sparkling waterfalls?
The slightly warm sweaty parms of someone holding ont your hand. The smile of someone who
hasn't got anything to give except that smile. Last days before death. First days after
birth. The smell of freshly laundered socks. Time to waste. Seedless watermelon. Newly shorn
lamb. Hard school desks with old gum being the only thing holding them together. Tattoos.
Feeling appreciated. Letters with stamps from far away.
Is it beautiful because we have them now?
Is it beautiful because we might lose it?
Is it beautiful because we've been told its beautiful?
this is how the world ends,
not with a bang but with a whimper. - TS Eliot
Few days back, a friends passing remark about beauty and how society's shallow obsession and
pursuit of superficial beauty sadly defines the perspectives of the majority of human
populance.
At the time, admittedly, I didnt give my reply much thought and as usual I replied without
sincerety. I think I said something about it being difficult to judge someone from casual
acquaintance so by convention, the way you dress and look tends to cenment the entirety of
other people's opinions about you. It just makes todays fast paced world possible. Hence,
the material sense of individualism that fuels a binge economy of ever increasing spending
as people try to define their own 'style'. Product = Personality.
Later that same friend was lamenting how the world, most people she knew anyway, did not
percieve her to be beautiful. I cannot tell her she is beautiful. I cannot tell her the rest
of the world is wrong. And I definitely cannot tell her that she is wrong. (NEVER NEVER tell
anyone they are wrong with sincerety) BUT I can tell her at least one person. At least I
think she is beautiful.
When Dumbledore told Hagrid universal acceptance is impossible, I think he was saying
something fundamental. Personal insecurities, failings. WHAT EVER. No one is gonna remember
your mistakes as much as you do. (Unless you are George Bush, evil
petrol-coloured-souless-low-life-ass-licker-wuss)
Its not impossible. But changing other people's perception of beauty is hard. Hence
impossible. Beauty is a fluid concept that is hard to define.
Love might be beautiful. If it isn't obsessive, insidious and jealous.
Questions rage in my mind when its too hot to fall asleep before 3 in the morning...
What is so beautiful in having grandchildren fall asleep on a pensioner's lap? Having people
that care about you, have faith in you, trust you? What makes an U2 song beautiful? Sitting
by yourself on a beach, or campaigning for MakePROVERTYhistory? What is beautiful in keeping
touch now and then, spurging on things you dont need, or achieving personal goals? What's
beautiful in romantic and dark melodramas, favourite old actors or sparkling waterfalls?
The slightly warm sweaty parms of someone holding ont your hand. The smile of someone who
hasn't got anything to give except that smile. Last days before death. First days after
birth. The smell of freshly laundered socks. Time to waste. Seedless watermelon. Newly shorn
lamb. Hard school desks with old gum being the only thing holding them together. Tattoos.
Feeling appreciated. Letters with stamps from far away.
Is it beautiful because we have them now?
Is it beautiful because we might lose it?
Is it beautiful because we've been told its beautiful?
this is how the world ends,
not with a bang but with a whimper. - TS Eliot