Beauty is everywhere
The probe of the human mind has marked every inch of success, but the art of drawing parallels to what is beauty, has remained a great mystery. For some philosophers, beauty is the degree of attraction and admiration, has resulted in an observer. But it is argued that the same beauty does not affect everyone equally. It varies greatly. A few think because they have defined as a degree of perfection, but perfection in a field can not be of any interest to the observer. So the beauty is very difficult to explain completely, but we can say that this is a game of comparison. Suppose there is only one woman in the world now wonders if she is beautiful or not. The answer is unequivocally that you can not say anything because you do not have to compare with another woman. But sailing across the ocean of the imagination, one realizes that there is one factor that determines the degree of beauty, that is a personal dictionary, which translates mortals and gave him the degree of beauty. The holy words of human history will peep out from the storm of truth and to proclaim boldly that Juliet was a goddess for a Romeo and a god for her to rest, the dust particles. Heer Ranjha was enough for him, and he to her, to lead their whole lives together with a few straws of love. But remember, if all the lovers of the world are invited to a party to ask who among them is the most beautiful, certainly the alleged stamp of beauty on the hearts and souls of their loved ones who in fact is not their narrow-mindedness, but a natural fact that 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'. One day, a great historian, whispered in the ears, a story ... 'Once upon a time the king was so fond of beauty that he called his most loyal and faithful negro servant and ordered him to go from east to west and from north to south and take it as a model of beauty that neither the moon would come up with such splendors of the ocean or the oysters would give birth to magnificent pearls, or lord of heaven would not look so attractive to advocates of beauty would have been able to give examples of these fascinating, or any artist would have created the mind as Portrait of a poet or blowing from the depths of his imagination would have been able to compose verses Such riveting or any dove hovering pinion Such excellence would not admirably Aphrodite would mark such. And if I say to you that is the most beautiful spirit of God ever created, and Beauty of the applicants had to say: 'we are like pieces of coal in a mine and has a diamond in our midst'. So goes my man whose head the crown of my faith rests, on whose shoulders stars to shine and firm conviction that obedience to secure chest medals are impressed. Go and present me the beauty to be praised and witnessed by the twinkling stars. 'The black servant bowed and walked quietly to the heights where the sun shines pierced his fingers into the dark curtains of the night, where Shakespeare and Shelley enjoyed a drink of inspiration, where the portrait of Mona Lisa was found and where the moon pulls its shimmering light, and so went through the plains to the mountains, through valleys, deserts, through the care unfathomable to the heavenly city and through every inch of this world where life seemed to breathe. After tireless efforts, he went to the king, presented what looked like the goddess of beauty for him, his daughter Negro. At this, the king asked: 'Did not find the soul more beautiful than this?' He was silent for a while ', then raised his head and said: 'Sir, my blood must be poured into your feet if I say the truth. You asked me to bring Aphrodite, but I brought my daughter Negro: the reason was my loyalty. Your Excellency, for your complexion can appear black coal in the dark, but for me it's nice to come back or a pink diamond. A dry your hair may seem to some dancing of a witch in the woods old myth, but to me her hair is nothing but the tent of heaven. To you the wrinkled hands as it may seem a desert spectacle of this land but I seem to like, to meet the fate of the world it has drawn the lines on it. To you it may seem like the eyes of the angels on your eyes when you made a mistake but to me success. A broad nose as you may seem obscure, unfathomable caves of Stone Age, but for me it is no less than Noah's Ark. So, Your Excellency, my obedience and loyalty to you forced me to take my daughter to you. 'Then the historian smiled and said,' Yes! Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. 'In seeking to define and explain the beauty, two schools of thought have emerged so far. A Proclamation importance of inner beauty and pleasure by the other preaches earthly beauty. But in fact all good things are not necessarily good, charming and attractive, but all the good and true things are always beautiful. Thus, it is well told by Keats: Beauty is truth, truth beauty, That's all I know on earth And all you need to know. 'The school of thought preaching beauty inner bore these words the preface of his book: History' is clear that the world has given rise to many beauties of the world that just might help to quench the thirst of people and awaken their beast . many beauties passed without notice, but the beauty of soul and conscience has claimed victory on the hearts of millions and marked his eternal existence. The people blessed with purity of mind, their consciousness of truth, goodness of their actions and the firmness of their faith were able to scratch their name on the face of this earth and bring your nation to bursts of glory. And so they are still breathing in the hearts of many mortals. Nobody asks whether Aristotle was not beautiful or if Alex was strong and tall or less if Anarkali buried alive when placed inside the walls like a queen or not. People do not ask such questions, but all are wondering how they came to every inch of success. The secret of their success, in fact, it's their character, behavior, determination, zeal and enthusiasm that contributed to their success and inner beauty. 'On the contrary, the school of thought preaching earthly beauty and thanks his God with these words:' Thank you my God, why have you blessed with such beauty, for which the individual escapes our eye off the fatigue of a day, whose heart may show how a place of eternal peace for our souls, the sight of which reminds us of your excellence. Thanks my God, you have bestowed upon us such beauty, the desire to achieve, which shows a fuel source for our body, mind and soul. This beauty has decorated this terrible world and useless, and rejoices when we were locked in cells of sadness, worries and misfortunes. Oh God! Truly the beauty that you have blessed us with a source of living in this scary world. 'In fact, since the creation of this universe, the beauty has been neglected and stigmas of fragility have been marked on the forehead. Beauty seems to be a symbol of anything, but rubbing machine thirst. Those who live in this world have been very wrong in understanding the true beauty. When beauty reigns lost his crown these mortals see with open eyes and smell the way the truth that the earthly beauty was only a mirage. Praise the Lord, who gave us these laudable inner beauty, which in effect allowed humanity to light fires of love in the dark. And therefore, we need to stop praising the unique beauty. We should also enhance its creator, the Lord, the Almighty.
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