Beautiful

Beauty, what a word that encompasses so many concepts, sensations, symbols, ideals, giving the pleasure to perceive it or pulling away whatever it takes to try to make it real. Beauty... millions of people desire it, unable to see how beautiful they really are, how beautiful is everything around them, how misunderstood is beauty. But how to say if something is beautiful or not? Is it a sensation, is it an emotion, is it a purpose, what human law can tell if something is beautiful or not? Philosophers, theologians, humanity in general can't agree in a single definition... because it may be that there isn't. Why we try to give everything a meaning if we haven't even identified the essence of what we have, or think we have... Beauty, represented and perceived in countless expressions or projections. Purpose or without a purpose, beauty is true, is that which comes without being planned, is that which grows out of nothing and becomes more valuable, is that which pleases us without having to please us, is that which exists and waits to be sensed, perceived and maybe appreciated, is that which drugs us with its unexplainable sources, is that which stimulates what had to be stimulated, is that which converts us in a touched human being, touched with the grace of life, with something bigger than humanity, something inconsistently abstract that has the ability to traspass barriers of realities and cause an unpredictable reaction in every person, in every animal that has the capacity to appreciate, perceive, accept and live that misterious abstraction called beauty.