The religious tomes speak of a god creating man in his own image. I cannot speak of the veracity of that for its matter of faith and not facts. However what I do know is that man and his kind has and continues to, shape this world in his own reflecting both the great cruelties and compassion that resides within him.
Can you truly see ourselves? No right? Only in reflections or photographs, but not the real thing. There is a reason why we can’t see ourselves. Its because we are not meant to see ourselves. we are someone else’s to admire, adore and love. we are blind to our own beauty, because its someone else’s to see and appreciate.
Pity those with a beautiful face, for it is beauty wasted. Existing in its cheapest and weakest form, unable withstand time, appreciated within a mere span of a glance. Cherish those who did not waste their beauty upon themselves, those who have mastered the ability to apply it to their surroundings, produced a beauty that lasts, a beauty that takes a lifetime to know.
“A man at any given time in his life, lives as three beings,not one despite them sharing all sharing a name. Those being reside in the hearts and minds of others, Those who knew him as he once was, Those who knew as he is, and those that know him as he is going to be.”
“There is a big difference between loving your parents as a child and loving your parents as an adult. As a child you love unconditionally, loving them as gods, beings perfect in all regards. As time wears on that perfect image fades, you begin to see the flaws, they no longer are the gods they once were. As an adult it’s not that you come to love them any less however, instead, you begin to love them for what they are, as human beings.”