So I am very captured by beauty, in many forms. Sound, movement, image…many, many ways, but most the beauty I see in people. Not just the physical beauty, but the beauty found in someone’s character, in a overflowing, glowing personality, in watching people express themselves as they walk, sit and run through life.
But sometimes beauty gets disturbed.
And in a brief moment, i witnessed beauty’s disruption. It was nothing earth shattering, or even out of place, but in general conversation it overflowed “Get lost motherf*****”
I stopped, I wasn’t offended, it’s not like I hadn’t heard that said before, and I confess that words like these have crossed my very own lips in time gone by. But there I stood, watching, looking at someone, who I saw sooo much beauty in. A welcoming, vibrant personality, someone with strength, but yet a playful outlook on life.
I was disappointed.
At first, I was not sure why. I am not someone to “tsk” at the use of swear words. But somehow, in that moment, my heart hung a little heavy. At what point did the same thing that portrayed to me such beauty change to something that would now treat another with such disgrace.
So I realised, it wasn’t so much the swearing itself, but the revealing of a part of someone that was not so beautiful, the part, that somehow mixed with the beauty, rendered themselves greater than another, with no reason except them deciding so. A part that more often kept itself hidden, but at this moment, without warning, flowed out, not harshly, but smoothly. Almost as to not be noticed, but left a subtle bitterness to the situation.
As beauty swore I was reminded no beauty is perfect, but to fight for beauty….fight for genuineness, to continually remember the value of others, to grow in character and strength…… is beauty worth fighting for.