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Beauty is when you smile where you used to cry

Updated on November 25, 2012
beauty in the dew drops
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Beauty is . . .

Beauty is when you walked all the way to the next village when you were only five so you could show your grandmother something you had that you knew she would like…

Beauty is when the entire family went searching high and low over the entire village for the treasured family ox, which went missing and the deep shared grief after it was found dead…

Beauty is when you sat on your father’s lap during a banquet on the large family table and quietly sipped his cold beer while he chatted with friends until your face was red as a monkey’s bottom…

Beauty is when your precious plastic beads necklace, your very first pretty thing, was torn off your neck by two bullies and scattered all over the ground, and you felt true anger for the very first time…

Beauty is when you were playing high and low on the living room furniture when you were supposed to be eating, and you knew your grandmother didn’t mind you were taking your time because she was showering you with so much love from her inside that made you feel so good…

Beauty is when you took your two crying younger brothers in both hands after they woke you up and went to knock on the neighbors’ doors: “Do you know where my mother is?” You asked; and they kept you in until they found out your mother was in the hospital taking care of your father who just had a motorbike accident. You were barely seven…

Beauty is when you were shrinking lower and lower in the crowd during morning assembly because the teacher was waving your hat on the platform looking for its rightful owner but you were too scared to own up as if you’ve done something a hundred times more sinister then misplacing your hat…

Beauty is when your mother came to school to take you home half way through the day and you left without ever saying goodbye to your great little best friends because you thought you would just see them all the next day, except when you got home you were told to get into a truck and they drove for so long and so far that you woke up in a new city and could never find your friends again…...or is it still just… sad?

I am sure you all have memory big or small, happy or sad. It might be terrible or excellent at the time, which caused you joy, anger or pain. When you grow older and learning to let go and find peace, suddenly, every little incident becomes beautiful, like the tiniest dew drop catching the light like precious diamonds. Suddenly you knew, they are the perfect shining jewels that made up your life: joy, sadness, anger, pain or grief. Without them you would not have become this masterpiece that you regard with awe. The dew drops might have long disappeared, but the diamonds are still shining…..beautifully….in you.

written by Vera Lin, 2012

the beauty... on the inside...
the beauty... on the inside... | Source


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      Violet Flame 4 years ago from Auckland, NZ

      Thank you Monis Mas xoxo you are a real darling and I want to give you a big big hug xoxo

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      Violet Flame 4 years ago from Auckland, NZ

      Thank You billybuc xoxo it is certainly an inspiring moment when I no longer had the need to see my past experience through an old piece of glass/lense of judgement, and all of a sudden, everything becomes alive and empowering. I have learned compassion for myself and those in my life, and that in itself is a gift to be treasured. Big hugs xoxo

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      Aga 4 years ago

      This is a true piece of art. You are so, so talented!

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      Bill Holland 5 years ago from Olympia, WA

      What a beautiful message. I see a young woman awakening to all that is important in life, and isn't that a marvelous moment? I look forward to knowing you better through your writings; I love the joy in your message.

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      chipster100 5 years ago from Auckland, New Zealand

      I love your use of ellipsis! It really adds to the poem, the whole idea of life 'carrying on' and then you linked it at the end about how shining beauty is within us all really complete the poem in my eyes! I love the idea of how at the time of the event we see something as an emotion, but later on in life when we reflect on our memories we realize that everything in life is truly beautiful and that beauty carries on in us :)

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      Violet Flame 5 years ago from Auckland, NZ

      Thank you jpesch for your little gem of comment xoxo

      It is strange how the emotion changes as we view the same event at different stage of our life. As we change, or perception also changes and the event is changed in the process. Some thing that still caused me anger just a little while ago can no longer affect me as I make peace and let go that part of me. It's the true miracle. It is the kind of little miracles we need to make in each of us. Once enough of us find peace within, the real miracle of peace can prevail in the world.

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      Jane Peschel 5 years ago from Currently living in Franklin, Wisconsin

      A true tapestry of life! Backing up far enough so that we can see the true "beauty" is the gift!

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      Violet Flame 5 years ago from Auckland, NZ

      all the little incidents described were real...