even that. if one is still standing despite all of it -- perhaps not fighting quite yet, but in the middle of it all, still alive, not choosing to fully give up . . that is beautiful.
even the grim and horror of it all? apologies, i simply couldn βt make sense of it. what of the treacherous livelihood some people face? would you also call it beautiful?
how β¦ optimistic. *π€ though if we were to tread with reality, not everything is as beautiful as you perceive it to be. the world is harsh, cruel, it is too grim to be considered beautiful.
I see. while I understand the sentiment, I'm afraid my own teachings makes me unable to agree on the latter part, for I breathe beauty. I find beauty in everything, even in the act of being simply alive. you were made for a reason, and you are loved for another one.
mm, it βll be fairly easy. music, piano, twin bed in a small room. beautiful is a calming music in which i βd feel comfort when i listen to it, one where i crave more of but which i hold off to, +