There is such an emphasis on perfection today. The desire to have the "perfect" body, to wear only top of the line, name brand clothing in order to look good. If we're not happy with our body, there's an endless list of plastic surgeons willing to cut away all our imperfections. There is nothing wrong with trying our best when we set out to do a job, or trying to get in shape in order to improve our health, but when we feel as though we must be perfect in order to have value, to be important, then our drive is unhealthy. We must learn to be content with what we have. We need to learn how to be satisfied when we do the best that we can, and in spite of that we still fail. All our imperfections play an important role in who we are. We are each unique in our own way, and each of those unique qualities make up the beautiful person we are. True beauty lies beneath the surface. True beauty flows from our heart, and the way we feel about life, our values. That is where it truly counts. The other physical characteristics are just added jewels that make up who we are, and when we put it all together, we have a beautiful masterpiece. It's me, it's you. Beautiy In Imperfection.
The skies were absolutely beautiful again today, filled with thick darkened clouds, and the trees looked gorgeous as they stood agaisnt that background. I pass this tree almost every day. It is not a perfect tree, but yet, in its imperfection, its beauty was magnified agaisnt the dramatic backdrop of the cloud filled skies. It has its own unique characteristics, and that in itself contributes to its beauty, and the same applies to you and I.
beautiful ... reminds me of one of one of my favorite poems.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)
Pied Beauty
Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spáre, strange;
Whatever is fickle, frecklèd (who knows how?)
With swíft, slów; sweet, sóur; adázzle, dím;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is pást change:
a beautifully dramatic picture showing the beauty of imperfection and autumn. If everything were perfect only imperfection would be sought after! I work in a very sunny country where the sun shines everyday, to my friends this is perfection, but autumn and this wonderful picture is my defination of beauty.......a fav ... of course!!
I love your sentiments--I always hope I will raise my daughters to realize that stuff is superficial and fleeting at best. This culture is bizarre sometimes, isn't it?
This photo is gorgeous--the sky is moody and wonderful. Really nice job all around.
Great shot, Rick! The tree is showing it's inner beauty! The dark around the pic makes it look so dramatic...love it! Your words are so true...if only people could believe.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)
Pied Beauty
Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spáre, strange;
Whatever is fickle, frecklèd (who knows how?)
With swíft, slów; sweet, sóur; adázzle, dím;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is pást change:
Práise hím.
This photo is gorgeous--the sky is moody and wonderful. Really nice job all around.