When I stop and think about the word "beauty," everything else along with the idea of beauty comes into mind. Beauty is like the scene where god kisses everything of his creation, including the most disastrous of humans. Like the perfect, even flow of the ocean, beauty is defined by either side of itself. Daffodils, love, and cupids would be meaningless if the other side, poison ivy, hate, and witches, ceased to exist. Everything is a part of the beauty that in itself contradicts its own existence.
             When many others think of beauty, they only see the very small part that the entire picture is never complete. Sort of like the commonhouse phrase 'seeing only the tree and not the entire forest'. Whereas in this case, the tree is daffodils, love, and cupids. A good friend of mine told me just yesterday how he is madly falling in love with this girl for the reason that he found everything that is beautiful in her. But defining what beauty is, I began doubting my friend's passion. What is everything beautiful that my friend sought? Perhaps she does possess the kind of beauty in appearance that society demands. But there must be some flaw in the overall package that makes who she really is. Every person has a flaw, without a flaw, it couldn't possibly be human. If my friend should detect that flaw in her and love her for that very flaw as well as her beauty, then I would rest my case on this debatable issue. Unfortunately, beauty is misconstrued, it has been distorted and twisted into a very artificial and unnatural form.
             Most people think that beauty is just on the surface. This idea is very unprecarious in the sense that it could lead to a very ill judgment. The idea of beauty is so shallow and not thought of these days. Everybody loves what's beautiful on the surface, and the moment 'beauty' is acknowledged, they think to be in love with it and desire for it. How come is it then, such love and desires don't last l...