Updated: Dec 31, 2018
"हज़ारों साल नरगिस अपनी बेनूरी पे रोती है बड़ी मुश्किल से होता है चमन में दीदावर पैदा" - Allama Iqbal
Translation: ‘For thousand years the narcissus was lamenting its lack of lustre; With great difficulty, the one with true vision is born in the garden’
'नरगिस’, Narcissus Poeticus, is an eye-shaped flower and quite ironically has been said to be crying for years and years on people for being blind towards its beauty.
The dictum, 'Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder' has been used and used and over-used. Subsequently, it has lost its meaning and the dire seriousness abridged in those eight letters. The inherent beauty of being human is that every single one us, individually, are different. Like snowflakes, no two being the same, every human falls differently, melts and changes shape and form differently, and most of all feels differently. There are days I love so much that I forget what my face feels like but at the same time, there are Worthless-No-Reason-To-Live kind of days where giving up seems like an option so much better and more convenient. The simple and single most significant fact of not being recognized and appreciated for the efforts I make in love and life, feel like a cold knife being driven through my heart which seems to stay there perpetually. We find beauty in objects, places and people. Most of all, someplace where we seek joy and contentment. In things which have the ability to make us feel alive, even if for a fraction of a moment. Things that make us feel we matter and the world outside is waiting on our doorstep with a bouquet of happiness in its hands. ‘Cry, cry, a thousand rivers I cry. The beauty I sleep within, doesn't, and will never die.’ I am beautiful. You are beautiful. None of this is up for debate and as it happens, it never will be. It is us who need to recognize the innate worth we are born with and not seek validation externally. I might be broken. I am broken and I feel complete. But, I might not be finished. The beauty that I feel valuable to me is very much within me, fighting against the sparks burning as if it means business in all its entirety. I am incomplete and frankly, it doesn't matter. I am alive. And
Art by Ryan Hewett
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