They say learning is a lifelong process. So is the quest for beauty.
The journey to sequestering and maintaining beauty is one that is dynamic, fluid, vague, cryptic. It is forever, it is boundless.
If there is one sin the human race has maimed and devoured, wholly and fully, it is Vanity, the insatiable thirst for Appolonian. Corruption has never been more eye-pleasing.
It is also on this very road that many souls wander off into the Great Beyond of Self-destruction, of Mutilation, and of Insanity. Many partake the adventure, few return unharmed.
Women, and men, today are subjected to a wide range of stimuli that assault every sensory aspect. We read about it, we hear about it; We see it, we feel it. The need to be beautiful. The need to look like perceived perfection.
Not one instance, can we ever walk into a beauty parlour, without every flaw and enlarged pore being scrutinized over; Until every inch of self-esteem is covered in bruises, with a free low-brow thrown in the package. And there we emerge, battered but determined, to embark on Jeopardy - Beauty Galore.
The notion of being beautiful is not entirely uncouth. However, do we come out of it better people?
Does it serve a higher purpose?
Or is it pure self-serving, a means to procreate; To lord over?
Taking a step back, wisdom must uphold the idea that appearances mean naught when true souls are bared. When everlasting is within reach, beauty holds no significance in that passage of time.
As always, beauty may be an effort to obtain, but it is fragile and short-lived.
It is superficial.
It is perishable.
It is selfish.
It does not hold up its worth, and always fall short at the end of its bargain.
Sigh... Attained beauty is a poor imitation of True beauty.
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