Beauty is our eyes. Beauty means the nice things what we can see and, the nice incidence what we can observe or happen with us and we don’t feel anxiety about it, all the things which make us happy and make us feel relax is beauty.
Beauty is poetry. Beauty is nature. Beauty is a word which word has not any exact definition. We can’t describe it, but we can feel it we can realize it, we can understand that something has just happened which make us happy, that is beauty. The meaning of beauty is variable, it’s varied man to man. Different people think about beauty with a different explanation.
Beauty is a thought and is recognized by our mind or brain and create an affection for those things or persons in our memory.
The smile of our favourite person is beautiful. The eyes of my love are beautiful, the country where I was born is beautiful for me.
Whatever I define as beauty, is not necessary that it also seems like beauty in your words or thoughts.
Beauty is just like pheromone hormone, which attracts our attention. Pheromone hormone is releasing by ant or insect which attract to there’s members. Ant pheromone will not be actable for bee just like every beautiful thing not attract everybody.
Our world is so versatile and there are billions of scenarios that can be Beauty for us. But what should be the "Beauty" for me can be decided only by my inner self. The moment or scenario just touched our mind, leave peace for our eyes and made us enchanted is the Beauty.
There are 8billiom people in this world. But for one person, he himself carries a world around him. And in that world, anything can be defined as Beauty by him. So, Beauty is everywhere and in everything, be it for you or the other. Whatever I find as Beauty, is not necessary that it also seems like Beauty in your words or thoughts.
We all, most of the time find Beauty in every happy or enthusiastic moment. But Beauty is also in the cries, saddest moments, at the end of life.
The scenarios after Independence by a war where we see a bloody world, all the soldiers are in the blood. This hurtful situation can be Beauty. Not for you or me but mostly for those soldiers. After winning the war, they find Beauty in their wounded body.
Can anything be more beautiful than the moment of Independence? Nothing can compare the beauty when a nation is freed, the bloodiest war brings that freedom.
It's not defined that Beauty only lies in the smile or happy face. The crying face of a newborn baby can't ever be compared. This may be one of the most beautiful moments for a mother, a father and for the whole family. This moment comes after a lot of pain of the mother but that exhausted or painful face of the mother also is the expression of ultimate Beauty for mankind.
A newborn child's scream is the heavenly melodious song that the earth can ever hear.
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