“Love is a desire for generation and birth in beauty.” – Plato
Everyone naturally gravitates towards beauty. We all know some phrases here and there that attempt to show that it means something beyond the surface, phrases like “beauty is only skin deep” support a false sense of beauty. Rather, what is seen at a distance is not what is beautiful. At any rate, it is a superficial beauty. This “beauty” inspired admiration, but not love.
Beauty, in the ancient sense, used to be a term that was not shackled to such a narrow vision, rather, it encompassed perfection itself. Perfection is certainly not a matter of having the right proportions on the outer level, it wraps around the very core of a person’s being. It is indicative of our true selves in the sincerest of lights.
So what is beautiful? Take a moment to look at beauty as something that is not limited to what everyone uses the term as. It is an abused word in the same way “love” has been mistreated.
Flowers are more than this normal beauty, they speak to our sense and desire for perfection. What is more, without this communication to our heart’s movements towards love, would there be anything more defining of our true selves?
