It’s normal for humans, and animals too, to search and seek physical beauty, but I always have a different set of criteria of what’s beautiful to me—and even you has your own too.
For me, people who are passionate in what they do—they maybe living their dreams or working on it, they may have the heart of helping the community or the generations ahead, or they may be out there awake at wee hours trying to create their masterpiece—I see genuine beauty in them.
Their lives are so short, they could live hundreds of years more to continue to create and leave more legacy to humanity.
I admire those people, both alive and dead, whose such devotion to arts, literature, sciences, philantrophy, and other fields will (or has) surpassed a lifetime.
I have trouble searching for beauty in what I see, but I find it easier to find it in what you do and what you give.
I see beauty on those whose lives are not only for themselves, but either indirectly or directly cultivated for the benefit of the generations to come.
So if I would search for beauty in the garden of flowers, I would first look deep down for the soil, fungi, and worms below what is usually seen.
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