Beauty reminds me a lot of the color of flowers. And I’m not just talking about those perfect flowers sold in shops, but the ones you find anywhere—even the tiny ones that sprout from cracks in the pavement.
If you think about it, no flower worries whether its color is better or worse than the flower next to it. A daisy doesn't try to be as red as a rose, nor does a dandelion apologize for being bright yellow.
Each one is simply what it is meant to be, and that is where the beauty lies. The color isn't perfect; sometimes it’s a bit faded by the sun or the edges are marked by the rain, but that very mark of life is what makes you stop and gaze at it.
It’s much the same with beauty. Sometimes we spend our lives searching for "catalog" beauty, as if it were a perfect painting that couldn't be touched. But to me, real beauty is more like those natural tones: it’s found in the way someone genuinely smiles, in the warmth of a glance, or in how something simple looks when the light hits it just right.
It needs no embellishments or explanations. It isn't forced; it’s simply there—making us pause for a moment, brightening our day, and reminding us that we don't need to be perfect to be beautiful.
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Text translated via Google Translate, as this is not my first language.
Image taken with my CUBOT phone.