When we observe the world around us, what hits you in the solar plexus and makes you groan in pleasure because of its beauty? Real things. Objects or systems or sounds that are what they are to the core.
The difference between real and plastic is the difference between the feeling you have after a steak dinner and a bowl full of candy. The candy might feel brighter to your tongue for a moment, but it does not satisfy.
Why do we pursue “beauty” for ourselves that is as artificial as a bowl full of jelly beans?
Sometimes it’s for a trend.
Sometimes it’s because we don’t believe in ourselves.
But it’s never as good as taking our natural resources and making them the best that they can be.
Driftwood might not be flawless… but in the hands of an artist, it can be breathtaking.
The first step in becoming truly beautiful is to accept ourselves, our raw material, and surrender ourselves to the hand of the Master Craftsman to be shaped, polished, and made new.
Beauty is real. Accept no substitutes.