We All Wish We Were Beautiful

at times both inside & out.

We all want compliments.

Beauty.

Attention.

Reassurance.

 

Imagecreds: Matt Innis

And sometimes, even when self actualization of our potential is realized, we still long for it. Beauty and reassurance, reassurance, reassurance of it. Like recidivism in a disorder; like a relapse in drug dependence. We all return to this way of thinking. With ups, downs, and regressions, ups downs, and then regressions. A never ending cycle that the world, seemingly relentlessly, throws at you.

How does this reflect what we & society value? Most certainly it is not, although it should be, in accordance with the philosophy that one's outward beauty does not measure one's worth. 


"Let the beauty we love become the good we do." -- Rumi