Beauty

Beauty is truth. And truth is beauty.

No matter what it looks like.

I'm learning a lot about beauty at the moment. Inner beauty. Real beauty. True beauty.

It's true, it comes from within. And it is peaceful. And quiet. Because it is truth. And truth doesn't need to be loud.

I lost a necklace a while ago and it had me think about the beauty of truth. I could accept the loss so well once I accepted that it has happened already. Once I saw that it is true. Then I understood how beautiful it was. That I lost this thing that meant so much to me. It is hard to explain it with words... "That it is gone is beautiful because it is true. It is as beautiful as a cherry blossom"

There is beauty in everything. We only have to let ourselves see it. We have to let the beauty in.