I looked up to the fine sky at night. I see the white round moon. I see the
stars. Nebulla, Beetlejuice and so many others i can't name. I see beauty. I see
the sun rise and i see beauty. I see a bird is feeding its hatchlings and
i think that is beautiful. Beauty is everywhere and its different from
everyone's point of view. To a mother, her child is the most beautiful thing on
earth. That of course, only happens an infancy. To a man, his wife is the most
beautiful person,until she starts gaining weight and having wrinkles. It is a
harsh fact but beauty does not last forever. It can only be immortalize by a
picture, a drawing, a statue perhaps,or even a poem like what dear William
Shakespeare tried to do in Sonnet 18.
As a man in a making, i cannot
deny that when i hear, read or think of the word 'beauty'. I think of women with
testosterone raging in my blood, i cannot escape from desire and lust. To me, a
women is always beautiful no matter how old she is. I wonder why some women
prefer to lie about their age. Are they ashamed that they might look older than
they are, or is age simply an indicator of fertility? There has always been
something about women that simply boggles my mind. It is their tender voice,the
soft smooth skin and the abundance of oestrogen in them that make them so
beautiful. Not to forget,their caring nature,their soft facial features and the
amount of love they could give to a man, beauty is of course,on the inside and
out. A man would be judge as shallow if he were to only judge a woman's beauty
on the outside.
An interesting fact about women, is they
never stop being beautiful, even when pregnant. A pregnant women is beautiful. She
is about to become a mother after all. During pregnancy a women has a boost of
oestrogen and progesterone. Forget the scientific facts and look at how she
develops. All i can say is when a women is pregnant, she is at the peak of her
womanhood. The beauty does not stop there. It continues during motherhood. Observe
how caring and loving a mother is to her child. Observe how soft she speaks, how
gentle she touches her baby and how protective she is when it comes to her
helpless little child. I think of this, as beauty.
Let us move to another chapter of
beauty. Beauty is nature. A corporate man may never find a hippopotamus
beautiful. However, a nature biologist might give its six on the scale of one to
ten. In the world of nature, even the ugliest of toads could be considered a
magnificent beauty. The Alps in Switzerland provided an astonishing
landscape, the Grand Canyon is dead gorgeous and we have no even got to Niagara
falls. Nature is effortlessly beautiful just by working harmoniously. The facts
that everything happens for a reason makes it a beauty. Nature is after all, a
masterpiece of God. And God sent us down here so we could take care of it. We are
here to protect and preserve our nature.
I also find cars to be very
beautiful. This is not an unusual thing among man cars symbolize
desire, speed, power and beauty. A car may not be reliable, but beautiful, like our
dear Alfa Romeos. Men look at cars in many different ways. Some see it as an
object of wealth and desire. I see it as a beauty made by hands of man. Designers
burn the midnight oil to came up with the most appealing designs. A little but
curver here and there, an air cutting streamline body, and the swoops and line
that give a car a go-getter image. In all their efforts, they build an
astonishing beauty. I especially admire the works of Chris Bangle and Luc
Donkerwolke.
Nothing last forever, and so does
beauty. We are all mere mortals, indeed. We should all return to our creator one
day. The same thing goes for the things that we create. Houses, cars and
skyscrappers will all vanish in the blink on an eye when the time
comes. Therefore, we should appreciate beauty while it still exists. Show love for
what you have and use it for the best of causes. Do not get fooled by the traps
of beauty. Last and desire especially. It is important that we know nothing last
forever so we do not become too dependent on it.
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