Yesterday I was at the Roman ruins on the Palatine hill. It was amazing. So much around us, the Colosseum in the background, the Roman Forum in front of us. It was astounding.
Whilst queueing for some water at a fountain, three American girls did their best to reinforce a stereotype. They spent the entire time talking about their friends at school and measuring how much they liked them by how pretty they thought their friends were compared to themselves. One poor girl got an absolute roasting because she didn't know how to do her hair and make up properly ("I mean, like, hello? Didn't you read 17 mag, like ever?") They were so mean. I was embarrassed for them. They each thought they were very beautiful compared to their friends at home.
I felt like telling them to look around. See where they are. It means not a jot how pretty you are, it's what you leave behind. Sometimes, being remembered for the way we treat others is all any of us will leave.
I wanted to tell these girls that beauty fades, it doesn't matter how pretty you are if your soul is poison.
But I just filled my water bottle and walked away. Defeated. Saddened by my fellow man.
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