Inner Beauty

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Humans can be beautiful. Sometimes in the eyes or hair or cheekbones or some kind of combination. Beauty seems to occur organically with youth. To be sure, beautiful people do come in all ages. Enlightened beholders can see the beauty in aging humans who wear scars of life with the dignity of someone who has been infected with goodness. But the beauty of youth is blinding. I have a vanity that prompted me to keep my body lean and trim for the last 45 years. I worked harder on preserving outer beauty than developing inner beauty. The difficulty comes in preserving youth above the neck. My head totally destroys the effect of being in physical shape. It would be like Victor Frankenstein stitching Taylor Lautner’s head on his monster. The body parts clash. I do not know why I thought I would be an exceptional freak of nature and retain my age 30 face and hair forever. It did not seem like an outrageous expectation. I was no Robert Redford or Brad Pitt so I was not asking for perfection, just my own darn head. I am trying to console myself with the thought that in 25 years I will be looking at my current pictures and marveling at how good I looked at age 72. By then, Taylor Lautner will not look so hot either and I will have had enough time to acquire that inner beauty stuff.

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