I was standing in front of the mirror one evening, admiring how my cheeks have grown over the last month but also how neat my eyebrows have became over the last half a year, or how much more spots of freckles reside underneath my eyes but also how my stare has changed over the years, I look different now– older perhaps– but basically, just different than the last time I took the time to really study myself in the mirror. There are many uncertainties in this world but the mirror usually tells us the truth– though sometimes the truth that we are inclined to see– but it usually does not lie, nonetheless.
Which was when I realized; You know, the way you look differs every single minute – The way you look in the morning is different than how you look at night, the way you look today differs than how you’ll look tomorrow. Not just that, the way one person looks at you is completely an entire story different that another person looks at you. It’s as if we, our being, is a millionfold slices of stories to different people we encounter.
If the concept of beauty, then, is an ever-changing concept, then I often wonder why people obsess over a groundless truth as if it is the sole thing that makes life worth living? Life is not so one-dimensional nor is it so narrow; in this life of endless possibilities and infinite realities, I really do think that fixating on one single un-truth in the expense of other far more valuable truths is probably a wasted idea. Life is not merely peeping through a key-hole- it’s endless, it’s vast, it really knows no end.
Trust me, getting upset about how many pounds you have gained over the last summer is not worth it when you know your weight will eventually shed back down after a while and when you know life is so, so much more than the numbers you see on a weighing scale.
It really is so, so much more.