Would we really know it if we saw it. Does it exist in life or only in our minds. As humans we place labels on so many things. Maybe that's why living together is so tough. We are so accustomed to putting people into groups, that we hardly get to know each other as individuals. How are we to judge anything, when so much of who and what we are is clouded in our own particular shade of life. To accurately judge something, we'd have to be of open mind and soul, but we're humans.



I guess that's why they say "beauty is in the eyes of the beholder". We look at the same object, yet see it so differently. Are our lives, our experiences, so frozen within our being, that it affects the way we see color, light or grey. Have we forsaken so much of what we could've become and settled for a body that uses less then 10% of its brain. Do we deserve to have any say on any object that isn't immediately relevant to us. Who are we to hand out praise or rejection, as if our observation is some how the gospel.

So what is beauty? Can you see it? Can you touch it? Is it something that we know or something that we feel. There are so many things we call beautiful, but why? There aren't any concrete facts to go by that show us what is and isn't beauty. Maybe beauty isn't real, but abstract. Like when you want someone to like you; you'll take whatever they say, even a simple hello and project it to mean more than it really does. Maybe beauty is nothing more than a projection of our desires. We want things to be as we perceive them and it doesn't matter if that's the way they really are.

If you found beauty, what would you do with it? Would you put it on display for all the world to see and admire and envy. Or would you lock it in a room, suffocate it and only bring it out to suit your needs. Could you handle having beauty or would it change you. Would you be able to accept the responsibility of knowing the whole world wanted what you had. As humans, are we mature enough to add beauty to our life, or would it become our life?

We only seem sure of what we want, when we don't have it, but once we have it, we have no clue about what to do with it. Yes, beauty is a nice concept, but we have to know that since we see it in so many things, that it really only exist in our minds. All those objects that we see beauty in, is nothing more than projections of a preconceived mind. Beauty isn't beauty unless we say it's so, it doesn't have the ability to become beauty on its own. We think beauty is a part of reality, but in reality, beauty is only a part of what we think.