Ideally beauty should always be within a person first and foremost. True beauty comes from the inside or so it is often expressed. However, what constitutes beauty on the inside?
What makes our personal self beautiful?
Or at least what qualities should one have to embody that beauty?
I've often wondered why I have an aversion toward certain things, objects and often people. Or irrational obsessions with material beauty and aesthetic arts.
At times it really does seem illogical.
It has happened to me in the past, that I've met people I deemed 'packaging ugly' but their character literally held me spellbound.
And equally so, have met those that no matter how beautiful they are on the inside, I still don't like their appearance either.
It's as though imperfection on the outside reflects imperfection on the inside. A deep well of fear stirs inside of me.
Usually my fears centre around my own insecurities. I don't feel beautiful on the inside, so I am harsh on my exterior too. And perhaps noticing others' imperfections is a reminder of the pain I feel. The pain I feel at the separation and experience of duality. Of being torn out of heaven. To be here looking and searching for a purpose. And the only purpose I long for is to feel whole again. For that ache inside to disappear and take me with it.
Only, where would I go?
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