I caught some positivity today. I felt it after an afternoon of nausea and illness. Now I feel like writing something nice to everyone…
I caught dozens of snowflake on my mittens after I found out they were unique. It didn’t seem possible, that many things – each looking the same, each being different. I didn’t think it was true. I spent a few days that winter looking over their shapes and crystals for duplicates before they drifted off or melted.
Don’t worry friends, I’m not going to do something so cheesy and cliché as comparing you to a snowflake. It does lend itself well to it though – a crystal whose very existence expresses rarity and beauty. The parts of each snowflake being of a much bigger system, but existing independently for the duration of a drifting descent through space.
No, I’m going to take it past the cliché and straight into a cheese pit.
This is no ordinary cheese pit, mind you. It’s a cheese pit of truth, so wade with me through the nacho sauce for a moment; there’s a message worth getting to in this cheesy mess.
People, everyone, you are rarer and exceedingly more complex than a mere snowflake. You are a collection of billions of little crystals, an unlikely and beautiful collection of organic and inorganic molecules and particles that have managed, by whatever forces, to assemble into consciousness.
Consciousness. Is there anything of greater amazement in the universe? To me, there is nothing more beautiful than that which constructs and perceives beauty, the thinking being, the perceptual feeling being. Its rarity and beauty exceeds the mere the sum of the billions of snowflakes that make up the physical being. This is your beauty, and it is beyond comprehension.
We are generally all reluctant to indulge in recognition of our self beauty, to let it be visible to others, to express and grow it. There is vulnerability there. What makes a person feel vulnerable is often the most beautiful thing about her/him. Some of us hide it away, and shy from others. It’s not wrong to do this. There is safety that way. Safety, yes, but there’s a perpetual low grade of loneliness that comes along with it. Eventually, through life in our modern society, we learn all the ways in which we are not beautiful. But remember this, you are the same person who made your parents’ hearts ache with joy when you were born, and you have only grown since then.
I believe everyone is beautiful for unique reasons. I believe in a message of universal brother and sisterhood. I believe you are beautiful and deserve to be told this. I believe in the triumph of humanity over petty prejudices and squabbles, otherwise I would not write. I believe that love is for everyone by right of existence, and I believe in action. So I have a really clear and uncomplicated message for everyone today…
You are beautiful, and I love you.