The Irony of Beauty

Isn’t it funny how something sad can also be beautiful?

How do we define beauty? By what standard do we measure it? By numbers? By pictures? By words?

What does beauty mean?

Is beauty tied to the clothes we wear? Is beauty the difference between whether we look like we’re trying, but not quite “put-together” and what even is put together? Does anyone know?

Is beauty the equivalent to success? How do we measure success? By the amount of money we made, or the memories? Is one more important than the other?

Is beauty the way we smile when something funny is said? Or the way we laugh through tears when nothing makes sense and the world seems broken? Is beauty brought from the broken? Can there be beauty in darkness?

Is beauty found in strength? In walking through the night rain, knowing the storm will pass and the sun will shine again?

Is beauty the way rain falls from grey clouds? When the sky is dark and a layer of sadness seems to fill the air. Thunder booms in the distance. Trees sway in the wind. It’s cold, dark, and scary, but in a way, the storm is beautiful.

There are moments of clarity in life followed by confusion. Storms come and go.

Is there ever a time when everything falls into place? When life isn’t a series of questions waiting to be answered. Does anyone actually have life all figured out?

I think if we did, we’d miss some of the beauty in the confusion. In the trying to understand. We’d miss out on the journey of discovery. Of looking back and knowing where we’ve been and knowing where we want to go now. Learning that sometimes things are difficult before they are good. That darkness may come before light. That hope comes from uncertainty. That there is beauty in clouds, in rain, and seemingly empty roads.

That’s the irony of beauty, right? In order to understand it, we must first understand what is ugly. We know what light is because we’ve seen darkness. We know what beauty is because we’ve seen pain.

Like a heart that was once broken, finding hope again.

Isn’t it funny how something sad can also be beautiful?

Random Thoughts self-reflection writing

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Hi! My name is Rachel. I love to write. Write about life, love, and reflect on how the past builds the future. Mostly, I love to tell stories because I believe there is something about stories that brings the world closer together. You can check out some of my writing reflections here at Rachel Writes.

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