Beautiful always beautiful
I have never stopped to wonder about the meaning of beauty, but I’m not talking about objects that people admire. I have always rejected some usual terminologies which people describe beauty, often simple and meaningless descriptions, or those linked to possible stereotypes.
I say “possible” stereotypes because propaganda and trending lies often emphasise beauty standards based on both male and female bodies. Usually, it’s a model of beauty connected to specific body types, suited to a particular time or situation.
In reality, the concept of beauty has changed over time. Bodies or objects that were scorned or mocked have later become icons in the future. At times, what wasn’t considered beautiful in the past was connected to phobias or prejudices, depending on the era. When beauty is not connected to a certain model, people often bring in the idea of so-called “inner beauty” as another model, as if to cover what is not considered aesthetically acceptable.
In this moment, I would like to share my idea of hidden beauty and its wider meaning. In my opinion, beauty loses its essence whether it is tied to specific models or irrelevant things. Beauty may be described as a spontaneous brightness, and it can be classified or can be felt in different degrees of intensity. It could be on the burst of fireworks that turn our eyes to the sky, or in a garden where its flowers move silently in the wind.
We can use these descriptions as a good definition of beauty: events that capture our gaze. On the other hand, there is also beauty in tragedies. For example, the detonation of a bomb that causes catastrophes, or the immense power of natural elements destroying structures. In nature, when cataclysms dismantle what people have built over time, there is a kind of beauty. What’s more, when some people are set aside because they do not fit the acceptable patterns of a society, beauty can be seen in the determination to show who they truly are.
There is also beauty in social revolutions that bring disorder and fill the streets with people screaming for freedom. This fear that spreads through the streets urges people to change the world, and the moment of celebration that follows is simply beautiful. We can find beauty anywhere, as long as we open our minds. Beauty appears in history, in the struggle of nations to survive, and in the welcome victory celebration.
So, beauty has many shapes and its meaning goes beyond itself. Beauty is present in dramas, tragedies, comedies and everyday life. In wars, beauty can even be seen in the fearful eyes of people, or in the helplessness of a society before destruction.
What about the classification or degrees of beauty?
Well, we cannot classify or regulate beauty with rules or interpretation. Some people try, often, to serve economic or personal interests. No, the only classification lies in the intensity of beauty. Anarchy paralyses us, sudden events cause us anxiety, and good news takes us by surprise. Beauty exists in this radiance, in moments that astonish us. There is a natural system of beauty that emerges on its own. Beauty surprises us when we are able to hear it, see it or understand it. In the end, beauty is both an opportunity and a privilege when we perceive it. No one else can do that for us..
Photo from: Foto de ian dooley na Unsplash
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