Reckless life
03.12.2007., ponedjeljak
IS BEAUTY IN THE EYES OF BEHOLDER?
Evo, sestra je pisala ovaj tekst za faks... Al se u potpunosti slažem s njom... Pojedini ljudi su me razočarali ( što se tiče ove teme )... Znate ono kad stvorite na početku neko mišljenje o osobi, uzvisite ju na neki način, čak i branite pred drugima, a zapravo ne znate ništa o njoj... I to nije pravo razočarenje, al vam malo sjebe raspoloženje... Jbg...  Tko oće, nek pročita, al za većinu: zaposlite svoj prstić pa dođite do kraja posta gdje su neki vicevi... I da, Beč u petak! Weeeee!!!! :) Ivona, vidimo se u četvrtak... Joooj tlaka, moram vadit vizu... he he... :)  It is rather difficult question. Today, we live in a material world, where people above all cherish money, beauty and success. If this question was to be asked infront of several very different individuals, I believe te inquirerer would undoubtedly get several very different answers. The Beauty, today, has become an Ideal. Physical Beauty, to be more precise. It seams to me, that all other beauties that a person can hold, are pushed aside by this growing phenomenon of urge to look the best you can. The Inner beauty is sadly forgotten. Or rather, it is not forgotten, but it is no longer more important than your appearence. I believe that many people would disagree with me at this point, saying that the virtues of your inner self are the most important thing One could have, but no one can actually deny that beauty today can bring you money. If you are as beautiful as Nicole Kidman for instance, than you can use all your inner virtues and talents and succed. But if you had the misfortune to look like all Seven Dedly Sins in one, you can only cry out loud, but no one would hear. Not even if you had the voice of all Heavenly angels together, or talent of tree Nicole Kidmans in one. I perhaps, should not exagerate, but I honesty believe, that need to look beautiful is inside our minds, thoughts, will, even emotions. ( First we are atracted to appearence, than to other things, not seldom whealt.). The society that we are part of, is feeding us on this urge to be perfect. Pefection brings money. Money brings life. It all revolves around money. The capitalisam has seen to it. And we can not escape. Nor we want to. After all, we were raised in the world that apperciates beauty. As just a little children, we learned that the beautiful princess with kind heart will live happilly ever after. I said with kind heart on purpose. I am about to try to argument the phenomenon of Beauty deeply connected to kindness, loyalty, friendship and love. After all, I believe, that ordinary people can not forsake these basic emotions not even for all the beauty on the world. And therefore, we were fed on fairy tales of beautiful princesses and their handsome princes in their heartbreaking battle against old, ugly, and sadly evil witches. It seams to me, that almost in all stories I have read, and in all Disney cartoons I have seen, the Good is perfectly beautiful, and Evil is horrible, ugly, mutilated. Even the Ugly Duckling became wonderful swan in the end. It is not that I dont like cartoons. I think they are adorable, and important for explaining children the virtues of love, honesty, tolerance. But, as a person that is involved in culture, I cannot avoid noticing that Beauty of ones` appearence is becoming painfully important, and so deeply planted in ones mind. If you are beautiful, you must be kind ( Almost like your kindness is visible on the outside) and than probably, you will succed, and live in a castle with your prince and lovely garden. My question is: If you think that it is not correct, why do you shrug your shoulders in discomfort when seeing a criple? And why do you glance other way when face to face with someone badly mutilated? Is it because they are evil? No, of course not. No one with sane brain would say such a thing. It would be so intolerant! But, then why? Why do we feel so uncomfortable and awkward when near to person with damaged apperences? Is it danger? No, I dont think we believe they are dangerous. Mercy? Pity? Yes. I believe it is a pity. Pity and fear. Fear that we could be born looking like that person. Imagine what we would be going trough? In kindergarden? In school? Children can be so intolerant and cruel towards people with visible flows. What about when appling for job? Huge nose, or odly protuberant eyes, or overweight? Who do you think the employer would take first, person like that, or miss 90-60-90? We really live in such a cruel world. Odds for succes are rarely even, people born beautiful, are ,after all, few steps ahed. It is not fair! Is it? But what can we do? We are costantly bombarded with beautiful faces. Skinny girls, perfect faces, beautiful actors and actresses, models… Beauty is present all around us. We seek for it, we try. We are obssesed by our appearence, Using make up to cover our flows, doing strict diets and starving to fit in a small number, dress up, spending hours infront of mirrors, often feeling depressed becouse we are not as perfect as Angelina Jolie is. We are destroying ourselves by trying to reach the Ideal of physical beauty, Perfection. If desperate enaugh, we can even go to a plastic surgeon becoming addicted to magical solution to our outrageos look. We pay to look beautiful, loads of money? It is money again isn`t it? Spending money on new hair colour, when some people are starving. Very good plan it is… To earn money on people who feel sad and desperate because they cannot live up to the expectations of society who demands to be build out of perfection. But what is Perfection? Who can describe what can be seen as ideal look, ideal bone structure, texture of hair, of eyes, weight? Many have tried. Many, indeed. But what does it mean to people? You can give Ideal measures of body. And you can try to reach them. But I believe, as many people hopefully do, that beauty is relative. That it is something personal. I do not need to like Angelina Jolie very much, nor I have to like Brad Pitt. I believe, that maybe my friend now would say that they are perfect to him. But the important thing is that we are all different. WE like different things, have different preferences. Some maybe like longer legs, and some maybe like broad chest, or pointed nose, or proturberant eyes. It is all so relative: Beauty is in the eyes of beholder, and therefore, I believe, that everyone can be beautiful. Everyone. In its own way. Because there can always be someone, who will think that you are the most adorable thing ever seen. People will always hear statements like: « For me, darling, you have the most beautiful smile in the world!» And who can have the right to take that away from you? This would be Ideal. But as I said before. We often forget how relative beauty is, because there is Someone there, or nowdays it is rather Something, that is planting in our brain the vision of beauty, Ideal of perfect Men and Women. We can try live up to them, and become stressed, gloom, hurt, dissapointed, sick ( anorexic or bulimic? Isnt that a huge problem, when young and insecure women or men are bombarded by images of hypotetical perfection?), or we can try being ourselves in a world that so obviously like perfect copies and clones. Beauty is a vanity nowdays. To push yourself over the edge to look beautiful is an act of a sadly insecure person. I believe that the Beauty is not mesurable. There is no machine that can measure the level of your Beauty in scale from 1 to 10. There is no perfection, or rather there are as many «perfections» as there are people on this planet. Because, I believe that everyone can have his own idea of perfection. His own idea about Beauty. We can not all like the same things, it would be unnatural. I for instance, like uniqueness. I am atraccted to people that are not asahme of their apperences, to people that dare to be different, to dress differently, unconventionally, to people that like to show how special they are. And most prescious thing I can feel is when seeing someones inner beauty through his eyes. Even today, when something so individual as Beauty of a person is becoming a part of showbussiness and earning money, I dare say that it can not be mesurable and quantitative. It truly is in the eyes of beholder. Išli djed Mraz, Krampus, pametna i glupa plavuša ulicom i vide novčanicu od 1000 kn. Tko će podići novčanicu? Glupa plavuša. Zašto? Zato jer djed Mraz, Krampus i pametna plavuša ne postoje. Vozio se mali Ivica u autobusu i počne pjevati: - Mama mi je slon, tata mi je slon, a ja sam mali slončić. Mama mi je lav, tata mi je lav, a ja sam mali lavić... 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