What if we are wrong about our idea of beauty?

I do not know, because life doesn't always permit and everything that is, only a fraction of reality that is playing in an endless loop. So many things are still unexplored yet we seem to have already defined the narrative of ‘beauty’ around us.

The stare over the skies seems to have fixated the idea of beauty to some while the scent of white roses during summer to others. A general concession seems to have been reached by the majority, and with it, the constraints that so elegantly touch our everyday lives.

A person, who has already been ‘educated’ by the society on ‘everything beautiful’, is now struggling with the idea that grief or rejection does not represent beauty. Surely it may not, but who am I to even decide?

So many souls have managed to find comfort in their struggles that it’s become the new splendor in town. Pouring roof, eyes, and heart may all signify tragedy but the overwhelming rays of re-engineering it leads to in our lives are beyond recitation.

But there is so much more than words could ever chronicle. Our lives are a complex creation, merged with episodes of unprecedented challenges, that it’s become a normalcy—times when the ‘already set’ definitions about life collide with the current atmosphere of emotions and experiences.

So pick a favorite flower from your garden, tell someone they are appreciated or give the poor some ration. If it’s beauty that attracts, then attraction it is.

I have been trying to understand—everything that draws us closer to the ‘sophistication’ that is life but find myself back to the same questions where I had once started with. What is the meaning of life? Where is beauty if it's described as being everywhere? Who is it that gives if we are all trying to receive?

As the dawn of opportunities sets in for all of us, we are at times overshadowed by the ‘lesson’ it may be trying to impart. Given the limited means to resources and knowing that not everyone would benefit, sometimes a failure in part of one person, should he not be the recipient of that, may not be one if a less fortunate individual can benefit from it.

This is the unspoken beauty of life that swiftly changes an entire landscape of hope around us. So the cloud of content is fluently spread, filling lives with smiles even if the person on the losing end is unaware of it.

Sometimes just attentively listening to someone is unreservedly ‘beautiful’. Not everyone is surrounded by shiny leathers or expensive jewelry, but just the appreciation, about everything that makes us who we are, can unquestionably give newer perspectives inside the lives of millions.

I’m trying to express, but at just the conclusion of this minute, many around the globe would have experienced things that need no definition, but the reliance on one's intuition that tenderly propels us unto the next day. Maybe that’s beauty…

-Yogesh Chandra