Beauty is a product of Human creation & Interpretation
The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the small garden
where the old man and his young student sat. The air was filled with the scent
of blooming jasmine, and the gentle rustle of leaves seemed to whisper secrets
of the world. The old man, with his silver beard and eyes that held wrinkles of
decades wisdom, leaned back on a wooden bench. His student, a curious young lad
with a notebook in his lap, looked at him expectantly. “Master,” he began, his
voice soft but eager, “you always say that beauty is everywhere. But what is
beauty? Is it the flowers, the sunset, or something more?”
The old master smiled, his gaze lingering on a butterfly that had
just landed on a nearby flower. “Ah, my dear,” he said, his voice like a gentle
breeze, “Beauty
is not just what you see. It is what you feel. Tell me, when you look at this
butterfly, what comes to your mind?”. The young lad tilted his
head, studying the delicate creature. “It’s… graceful. It moves so freely, as if it has no worries. It’s
beautiful because it’s alive, because it’s part of this garden.”
The old master nodded. “Good. But what if I told you that beauty is also in the cracks of
this old bench we’re sitting on? Or in the wrinkles on my face? Or in the wings
of a butterfly, the way she dances on the petal of a rose?”
The lad stared, confused. “How can wrinkles or cracks be beautiful? They’re imperfections.
The silver-bearded master chuckled softly. “Ah, but that’s where you’re mistaken. Imperfections tell stories.
These cracks in the bench? They remind me of all the people who have sat here,
sharing their joys and sorrows. And these wrinkles?” He pointed to
his face. “They
are the map of a life well-lived, of laughter, tears, and countless sunsets.
Beauty, my dear, is not about perfection. It’s about meaning.”
The boy paused, his pen hovering above the notebook. “So… beauty
isn’t just about what looks pleasing? It’s about what moves the heart. It’s
something you feel in your soul.”. The old master’s eyes twinkled. “It’s to be
felt, my son, and seen by the eyes of the heart. Dear son, the modern
definition of beauty feels shallow and misplaced—it’s reduced to body shapes,
eye colors, hair types, skin tones, height, wealth, strength, and luxury. But
true beauty is so much more than these man-made standards and surface-level
things. “Beauty isn’t just about looks, passion, or physical touch. It’s about
how someone treats you, cares for you, grows with you, and stands by you. It’s
in the way they respect you, the way they treat others, and the journey you
share together.
The most important rule of beauty is < Who cares ? > (Tina Fey from Bossypants)
Furthermore, the old master continued that deep in the endless
sands of the Sahara Desert, a shepherd and his son lived a simple life, caring
for their goats and lambs. One day, as the sun blazed overhead, the young man
noticed a woman from a nearby tribe. Her beauty was striking, and he couldn’t
take his eyes off her. Overcome with desire, he dreamed of making her his own. Seeing
his son’s fascination, the shepherd placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and
said, “My
son, beauty can be a blessing, angelic or a devilish curse—it all depends on
the eyes that see it.”
He continued, “When you were a child, my firstborn, I thought you
were the most beautiful thing in the world—like a single moon among stars,
lighting the path for wanderers on a dark night. But when I was blessed with
another child, you became a star, and the newborn took your place as the moon.
Shepherd added that "In her tribe, beauty was measured by
narrow standards—thin frames, hourglass figures, and the way a woman’s body fit
into their idea of perfection. From childhood, the girls in their tribe were
often raised to be arrogant, rude, and introverted. Their tribe was renowned
across the Sahara Desert for the striking beauty of its men and women, a
reputation that shaped their pride and isolation. The shepherd further
described to his son that "beneath their proud exterior, they held deep secrets in their
beautiful hearts. For them, true beauty was not in appearance alone—it was in
giving joy, in bringing pleasure, and in putting a smile on someone else’s
face. That was the beauty they cherished most."
Suddenly, the shepherd and his son heard the sharp, haunting howl
of a wolf nearby. Without a moment’s hesitation, they sprang into action,
rushing toward their flock of goats and lambs to protect them from the lurking
danger.
As the young lad listened to the old master’s stories, his
understanding of beauty began to shift. No longer was beauty just about outward
appearances or fleeting desires. He realized that true beauty lies in the stories
behind imperfections, in the kindness we show others, and in the joy we bring
to the world. It’s not about being the moon or the star—it’s about shining in
your own unique way. Beauty, he learned, is felt by the soul and seen through
the eyes of the heart. And with this newfound wisdom, the lad closed his
notebook, knowing that beauty was not something to chase but something to live.
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