You are your own kind of beautiful

Beauty is a subjective thing.

Little girls look up to their mothers and think they are beautiful. But when that woman doesn’t think she’s beautiful,it sends a negative message to little girls who adore their mothers. So today, believe that you are beautiful because your daughter or future daughter depends on you to teach them about beauty.

My mother always looked beautiful.On the other hand, I always looked like a mess. Messy to me, wasn’t beautiful. Years ago, when I believed I wasn’t beautiful, that belief gave one guy the power to tell me that I’m really not. Some guy who had the audacity to say to me, ‘You’re not good looking.’ And so were his reasons to reject me. 

Now, only if he hadn’t tried to reject and break me with his words, I wouldn’t have come to know that I was unbreakable. Day by day,I believed that I’m a beautiful person and lived as if I was a beautiful girl. I wear whatever colors I like, I wear makeup the way I want to and it makes me look pretty. I can keep my face bare and look hideous, if I want to. More makeup, less makeup or no makeup, I still am the same person inside. It is irrelevant how the world perceives me, what matters is how I see myself.

And I don’t want to grow up to be the kind of lady who makes her kids think they can’t be beautiful. In the first place, such a thought shouldn’t even occur to them. We must raise our kids in a way that they grow up to become their own kind of beautiful… all kinds of beautiful.

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The Song of Life

There are times when you want the world around you to become silent and yet, there are other times where the chaos in your heart is pressing against the walls of your chest, so terribly, that you turn to other things, to find a respite.

Sometimes, the only thing that makes sense to us, is music. I’m a firm believer of one thing and that is, that the thing that you need to be aware of, in life, at one particular point, will come to you. This knowledge is often disguised as a lesson, in things you wouldn’t have imagined, in places you would least expect.

One night, when I was terribly upset because of the memories of the past that still wants to haunt me, leaving me numb, and curled up in my bed. In these moments, music helps me the most, like I feel I could release my anxieties.

Eddie Vedder’s music has been a personal favorite and the song ‘Society‘ resonates so much with my being. That night, few moments later, my brother drew my attention to Youtube ‘s comment section of this song. This story shared by#TheStoribjorn saved me, just like how Eddie’s song saved him… saved us right when our thoughts were beginning to bleed.


It was so powerful that I ended up saving it for myself and today, I wish such a beautiful story reaches anyone who needs it, because there are people out there, wanting this very thing.

After 8 months of posting the story, I somehow hope that the man would’ve found his excelsior.

It almost puts my faith in the saying from Albus Dumbledore :”Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the light.”

If you feel you are on the edge, keep the faith. You don’t know what might truly save you.


In the book “Tell The People You Love That You Love Them” by Rachel C. Lewis, the words written are beautiful :  “We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.”

We never know when the bus is coming. And one day, we might just get by it.

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Decorate with Mosses


The colors of nature have always been my favorites, like the shades of blue’s and green’s. I find an analogy between these prime colors of nature and my affinity for the two, particularly.

As an isophilist, my heart beats best observing the everyday events of nature. A gaze into the vast expanse of big blue sky, at the lush green cover of the mountains, at the bright yellow of the rising sun, the filtered white air after the rain showers, the dusky brumous winter evenings, at the infinite dark space of the sky and the twinkling of stars and the moonshine. I feel my best when I’m closer to nature.

As I dwell in my solitude, few minutes of nothingness seems far more valuable than hours of human interactions. Taking a stroll in the park, after light rain showers, I admired the greener the park looked, like it has been cleansed. I wondered : ‘What if, when we die and we stand before God and he asks us : ‘What was heaven like?’ Why would it otherwise be painted the way it is?

What if this one Earth… this one life is all that we have? We are out here briefly, and so we should find ways to experience joy.

As my feet met the surface of Mother Earth, I had an an almost positive itch to believe that our walking upon this Earth as walking in God’s own garden. This one life is the heaven we have been destined to live through.

And while we are all out there taking our long walk through this garden, we are in a constant pursuit to find something beautiful or the other. Usually, everyone wants to find something that is beautiful as roses are, because by virtue of our human nature, we chase beauty, even if its accompanied with thorns. That’s how life is, really.

We gaze at the nature, feel mesmerized at its beauty because its a picturesque canvas. I wondered why can’t we look at people with the same eyes, without passing judgments. Because there is so much more to them than what meets the eye.

While we are out there gathering the most beautiful rose, we hurdle and find ourselves not settling unless we find the best and beautiful of all the roses. We walk and walk and return empty handed. By this time, someone else took what we felt like passing by.

Even then, beauty is only subjective.

We pay less attention to other things that have less beauty to offer, like mosses and I’m the kind of person who marvels more at this harmless, clump of plant, and I would rather plant my soul garden with it, seemingly ‘insignificantly’ and growing in dense, damp places, yet petaling the ground just as beautifully as the infinitesimal grass.

Maybe it gives me the realization that : ‘Its not so much about where and how you grow, what matters is what you grow into.”

Initial appearances, therefore, can only be decepting. Its all about growth and grooming. A hairy moth grows into a beautiful butterfly whereas a lovely tadpole turns into an ugly frog.

Everything has beauty, of its own kind. You just have to peel beyond the layers, dig deep and see whats underneath, all the sheen. That’s why they say : ‘Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.’

It takInitial appearances, therefore, can only be decepting. Its all about growth and grooming. A hairy moth grows into a beautiful butterfly whereas a lovely tadpole turns into an ugly frog. Some things have their own kind of beauty to offer.essomeone ordinary to appreciate roses. It takes someone extraordinarily ordinary to appreciate mosses.

Those with hardened circumstances can become softened souls.

Those with easy stances are sometimes are as solid as stones.

Find your own meaning of beauty. Be your own kind of beautiful. Remember, once you find it and you are it, the thing of beauty becomes a joy forever. Create your heaven while you are still here. What’s beyond this is not foretold.