I am really becoming convinced that being beautiful is inconsequential. I like being called beautiful, but I am starting to think that it is so one dimensional. I mean, calling big people and skinny people and disabled people and trans people and gay people and ALL people beautiful is fine…but it isn’t necessary. In a perfect world everyone should be content to try to be a good person and seek praise because of their goodness and not their beauty or non-beauty.
I really wish that people would realize that there is literally nothing less inconsequential than how beautiful or handsome you are. The only thing you have to worry about is filling your own eyes with beautiful sights and your ears with words that inspire you and surrounding yourself with people who make you better as a person. I like to think of it this way. If people could float around as souls without bodies and everyone could see your true essence as easily as they see your body now, what would you try to make the most attractive to others? Make that the most attractive thing about you now.
There is something serene and otherworldly about a forest floor carpeted in flowers
This is where King Arthur is buried in Glastonbury, England.
I literally inhaled sharply when I saw this
The oldest tree in Saint Augustine