Melancholy...

Beauty is, by any definition of the word, that which is pleasing while at the same time stimulating to the senses. These days I've seen friends come and go, much like seasons and fashion; they change way too fast.

Ask an artist what beauty means to him and he'll probably paint you a breathtaking scenery or the girl behind all his inspirations, the girl he loves. He could also start giving you a long winded speech of beauty and how it may be found all around be it in symmetry, nature or even in old dilapidated buildings.

Ask an actor what beauty means and he'll probably tell you that beauty is when all the car crashes, explosions, shootings and the punches are taken away, and the ability to convey the feelings between man and woman of how we really behave, how we really feel. Ultimately, if the stories we help tell manage to bring a tear or two to the audience...that really is the beauty of being an actor.

Ask a teacher what beauty means and if you get any answer that resembles the two aforementioned ones, he might have tried being an artist or an actor before but that didn't really work out so he decided to teach instead. Otherwise, he will teach you that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. That from the largest geographical snow-capped mountains to perhaps even the tiniest of biological unicellular organisms and that we should all not further pollute the environment.

But all this is really just up to personal opinion. Who's to say that the actor is right while the other two are wrong, or the other way about?

Ask me what beauty is and I'll tell you it's life. There're disappointments, heartaches, joys, friends, enemies and a lot of other components that one will more often than not find on their journey to the pearly gates...oh, I forgot, there's love too. What makes it all beautiful isn't the separate components, really. I guess it's the knowing that there are enough heartaches, bitterness, disappointments, hatred and sorrow to make the joys, sweetness, hopes and love seem all the more enjoyable; and that, to me, is beauty...

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