Beauty

There is beauty in everything. There is beauty in this world that no one ever notices, or appreciates. The beauty of a bloom in Spring, or the rain in Summer. The beauty of the leaves in Fall, or the Ice in Winter. All of these are overlooked. Ah, but there is also beauty in the sun shining on the sword as it arcs across the sky. There is beauty in the blood that is shed as it falls. There is beauty in fire, even as it destroys all in it’s path. There is beauty in the sea, even as it rises to take out it’s anger on mankind. There is beauty in a bullet as it races on it’s path of destruction. There is beauty in the hand that pulls the trigger. I never said that beauty was good. Everything has it, no matter how Evil or corrupt, or pathetic. If you look hard enough, you will find some small thing of beauty with every single thing. You may choose not to believe it. You may think it absurd. But in my heart, it is true. I honestly believe that nothing can be so horrid, that it has no beauty whatsoever. Do not ask why I believe it. I simply believe what my heart tells me is true. Even deadliness in itself is a form of beauty. Every single moment of every single person of every single life, has beauty. It may be impossible to find, impossible to hope for, impossible to believe, but it is there. There is beauty in every heart, no matter how twisted. There is beauty in every mind, no matter how warped. There is beauty in every death, no matter how unbearable. You simply have to find it. And if you cannot, believe it is there. Take comfort that it is there, even if you cannot see it. Do not ask why I believe it. I simply believe what my heart tells me is true.