How do we know?
What is beautiful?
We can say flowers are beautiful
We can say the sky is beautiful
We can say that the person beside, behind or in front of us is beautiful.
Beauty is everywhere.
It can be skin deep, it can be fictitious.
Beauty can be found in bravery.
Beauty can be found in friendship.
It can even be found in pain.
It can be found in Joy and it can be found in celebrations.
Beauty has always been in the eyes of its beholder.
Beauty is also found in age.
We can find beauty in being young and being old.
We can celebrate age
And still be positively confident and beautiful
About the Creator
Sunny Zhang
I write things so that I feel better, I study different languages because I feel free this way
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis6 days ago in Humans
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