I read something this morning ❣❣❣ here ❣❣❣ that contained words that wholly encompass my theory on beauty. Written by a photographer…
I cannot make you beautiful. But I can tell you how to be beautiful.
Hold your loved ones like this may be your last photograph with them. Squeeze your babies against those pounds you keep saying you’ll lose. Wrap your gangly arms around your partner like you’re never letting go. Smile with your entire face. Laugh with all your breath. Kiss with your eyes closed. Say I love you too many times. It will still never be enough.
My God! Yes! Be imperfect. Be funny. Be silly. Be weird. Be a goofball. Be yourself. Love yourself. Embrace your silly. Share your love. Revel in your wonder. Find joy. Take the time every day to find something in your world to be simply amazed by.
It really is a short life. I will never understand those who choose to spend it sad or mad or filled with hate and bitterness and condemnation for those who would find joy.