Beauty In Sorrow.
I'm a fan of beauty.
Wether it be an amazing sunset, a beautiful girl, a perfect moment, a flower. It doesn't really matter. If there's beauty, I'm there, and I'm a fan.
I've decided that beauty can be found anywhere. In the sky, in people, in emotions. Happiness, joy, peacefulness, sadness.
Wherever it's to be found, I'm a fan.
Even sadness, with all it's tragic trappings, is somehow beautiful, especially in its expression. Sad songs and poems in particular move my heart. I do not know what it is about sadness, but it's an emotion I find myself most moved by.
I'm an empathetic person. I tend to feel the emotions of those around me, and in a way, they become mine. And somehow, out of all the emotions, sadness moves me the most.
And I love it. There's beauty in brokeness. In such honesty that must, inevitabley, come with tragedy and sorrow.
Maybe it's knowing that we all experience sorrow. Maybe it's because while happiness is fun to share, there's a bond forged in tragedy that is never ending. Maybe I just wish there was something I could do for the other person. And when it comes to music and poetry fused with sorrow... There's freedom there.
And it's beautiful. I cannot think of another way to describe it.
Beauty runs through it all. The entire tapestry of humanity.
Then again, it might just be me.
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