What is Beauty

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but is it in the eye, or is it in the heart?

There is beauty in symmetry.

In a face or a flower.

Yet there are times where I look at muscles and glower. Haha

Is it not so much the perfection of one?

Or can it be the way that the sun

Hits the hair of a child while playing for fun.

Does beauty show itself more in vulnerability and love?

When the guard is down and truth bubbles above

The surface

What's below is what counts

You can have your countless filters and fraud

I’ll take an ounce

Of real ‘reality’

Even if its sadness

And even if its pain

There is the Golden Ratio

There's also the rain.

And mistakes and lessons and learning from ugly

I can be ugly. Can you?

Then what?

You move and you grow

From the rain and the sun

The yin and the yang

The dark and the light

What matters the most is

You don't give up the fight

To look for the beauty

No matter the time

Push through the discomfort

And you will be fine

Just train your eye

And you will see

That you can find beauty

In anything