What is beauty?
Is it a perfect profile? Or a perfect smile?
Is it hope? Is it the energy of positive expectations?
Is beauty simply the opposite of ugly? Is beauty the absence of ugly?
Is ugly a lack of hope? A surrendered soul? A bitter heart?
Every day around me, I see beauty. And I see ugly.
Mostly, I see beauty in young people.
And I see ugly in the old. An empty look of a life that has been spent. Like a salmon that has laid it’s eggs and is now waiting todie.
Is that what we are? Are we slaves of instinct? Are we no better than a salmon?
What the h*ll is your life about? Why did you, or God, or whomever, send you here to exist in this realm of “reality” in the first place?
Is your life a random, irrelevent event? Or do you have a job to do? And if so, what is it?
Are you here to swim upstream and spend your life on some act of mindless instinct? If that was your purpose, don’t you think you would have come to earth as a fish?
Why are you here? Why do you have a mind to comprehend, and a heart to love and be awed?
You are a human. You have a sophisticated, beautiful, human purpose for being. What is it?
I wish you luck in your quest.
All the best,
Hugh
