Friday
Jun032011
on Beauty
One of the things I love about running is that it gives me time to think about stuff. This morning I woke up early and decided that the best way to determine my next writing topic was to simply lace up my running shoes and hit the road.
During mile one, when I wasn’t focusing on my breathing, a few random things crossed my mind. The first was money, and I thought that maybe I could write about that. Since I often debate the importance of money in my own life, I’ve been thinking about writing an essay on that subject for a while now. (I suppose part of me wants to make more, so I can feel more free and have extra time to travel, read, and write…. and another part of me knows that money isn’t that important in the grand scheme, and even if I had more time to travel the world, I may not write more than I do now).
Anyway…. after batting that around in my head for a few minutes, I looked up at the sky and noticed how beautiful it was. I thought to myself…. wow…. it’s truly wonderful to be surrounded by such beauty every day.
And then, I started wondering about beauty. What is beauty? I started wondering what makes a sunrise beautiful? What makes a person beautiful? What makes a woman beautiful? Is it all about looks? Is beauty purely subjective? Are there absolute standards of beauty? Or, as the old adage goes… is beauty simply in the eye of the beholder?
To be honest, I’m not positive; but somewhere around mile two or three, this is what I started to think about.
And then, I started asking myself… I wonder what really makes someone beautiful? What makes a person, a woman, beautiful like a sunrise?
I guess there is no single or simple answer. But, maybe beauty has something to do with an expression of genuineness or authenticity. Maybe a woman who has taken the time to develop herself and share her unique gifts with the world will appear more beautiful than a woman who hasn’t. Maybe, like happiness, beauty is actually a side effect of something else.
If happiness, or contentment, is what we feel when we are being true to our deepest selves, then maybe looking beautiful, or handsome, is how we appear to others in the process of doing so.
It’s funny how the people who try to be beautiful rarely are beautiful on a deeper level. Sure, a striking model may catch our attention for a while, but will her beauty stand the test of time? Will she still be beautiful when we get to know her? Will all the attention to her surface appearance wash away in the shower? Make-up, botox, breast implants, and even hair-plugs for men are poor substitutes for the inner beauty that shows through our eyes when we are fully engaged in life. And, I am always saddened when I see women and men who seem to be focusing on their façade at the expense of their foundation.
To me, there’s a difference between washing your skin with soap and covering it up with thick layers of make-up. There’s a difference between exercising to be healthy and choosing to have a facelift to appear younger. There’s a difference between buying a sturdy belt that matches your shoes and purchasing an expensive Armani suit to impress your coworkers. One approach seems more about wanting to look the way you feel, and the other seems to be more about filling a void your life.
While I agree that you can’t always judge a book by its cover, I do think that how we present ourselves to the world is an expression of what is going on within us. Our health, or lack thereof, is an expression of our spirit. Our skin, our hair, our smile, and our choice of clothes speak to the world. They give our friends and neighbors hints about what we value. They provide the cover of what’s going on inside our own personal story.
Fundamentally, I think authentic beauty is about living a healthy life. I think we are all more beautiful when we take care of ourselves. And, I think that when we are doing what we love, we become attractive in ways that are simply impossible to fully understand and describe.
In the end, maybe the most beautiful people in the world aren’t trying to be beautiful at all. Like a newborn baby, they are simply too busy being themselves to notice how they appear to others.
When we see a beautiful, genuine person, there is nothing to say. We can only watch and smile.
After all, sunrises don’t go around trying to look like sunsets.
At least that’s what I was thinking as I glanced down at my running watch near the end of mile five.
During mile one, when I wasn’t focusing on my breathing, a few random things crossed my mind. The first was money, and I thought that maybe I could write about that. Since I often debate the importance of money in my own life, I’ve been thinking about writing an essay on that subject for a while now. (I suppose part of me wants to make more, so I can feel more free and have extra time to travel, read, and write…. and another part of me knows that money isn’t that important in the grand scheme, and even if I had more time to travel the world, I may not write more than I do now).
Anyway…. after batting that around in my head for a few minutes, I looked up at the sky and noticed how beautiful it was. I thought to myself…. wow…. it’s truly wonderful to be surrounded by such beauty every day.
And then, I started wondering about beauty. What is beauty? I started wondering what makes a sunrise beautiful? What makes a person beautiful? What makes a woman beautiful? Is it all about looks? Is beauty purely subjective? Are there absolute standards of beauty? Or, as the old adage goes… is beauty simply in the eye of the beholder?
To be honest, I’m not positive; but somewhere around mile two or three, this is what I started to think about.
And then, I started asking myself… I wonder what really makes someone beautiful? What makes a person, a woman, beautiful like a sunrise?
I guess there is no single or simple answer. But, maybe beauty has something to do with an expression of genuineness or authenticity. Maybe a woman who has taken the time to develop herself and share her unique gifts with the world will appear more beautiful than a woman who hasn’t. Maybe, like happiness, beauty is actually a side effect of something else.
If happiness, or contentment, is what we feel when we are being true to our deepest selves, then maybe looking beautiful, or handsome, is how we appear to others in the process of doing so.
It’s funny how the people who try to be beautiful rarely are beautiful on a deeper level. Sure, a striking model may catch our attention for a while, but will her beauty stand the test of time? Will she still be beautiful when we get to know her? Will all the attention to her surface appearance wash away in the shower? Make-up, botox, breast implants, and even hair-plugs for men are poor substitutes for the inner beauty that shows through our eyes when we are fully engaged in life. And, I am always saddened when I see women and men who seem to be focusing on their façade at the expense of their foundation.
To me, there’s a difference between washing your skin with soap and covering it up with thick layers of make-up. There’s a difference between exercising to be healthy and choosing to have a facelift to appear younger. There’s a difference between buying a sturdy belt that matches your shoes and purchasing an expensive Armani suit to impress your coworkers. One approach seems more about wanting to look the way you feel, and the other seems to be more about filling a void your life.
While I agree that you can’t always judge a book by its cover, I do think that how we present ourselves to the world is an expression of what is going on within us. Our health, or lack thereof, is an expression of our spirit. Our skin, our hair, our smile, and our choice of clothes speak to the world. They give our friends and neighbors hints about what we value. They provide the cover of what’s going on inside our own personal story.
Fundamentally, I think authentic beauty is about living a healthy life. I think we are all more beautiful when we take care of ourselves. And, I think that when we are doing what we love, we become attractive in ways that are simply impossible to fully understand and describe.
In the end, maybe the most beautiful people in the world aren’t trying to be beautiful at all. Like a newborn baby, they are simply too busy being themselves to notice how they appear to others.
When we see a beautiful, genuine person, there is nothing to say. We can only watch and smile.
After all, sunrises don’t go around trying to look like sunsets.
At least that’s what I was thinking as I glanced down at my running watch near the end of mile five.