beauty.

What is beauty? Perfection of a human? Or a human itself? It isn't the outer skin-deep shell of someone, it's the inner concealed traits of someone who denies what other people see in them.

The skin-deep shell of a person could perhaps be considered beauty to the eye, but a face can't speak what the heart holds, the mouth, of course speaks but its only a window, glass traps it before the mouth can truly tell the words. How else would we be able to differentiate between beauty and physical attractiveness? The eyes and mind could be the ones to blame, but the heart knows what is real.

Being pretty isn't a disadvantage in anyway at all, in fact why should it be? Models are paid to be pretty. Writers are paid to show beauty. They unravel the details in which could be seen on a person and don't exaggerate, with a writer what you read is what you get. Models. How can you tell? Of course they are pretty they wouldn't be paid if they weren't, but how much is real? What is makeup and computers editing to a writer? Words are words . Beauty in themselves.

I only compared beauty to words because that's what I think of it. Beauty can be found in a person, but only if they accept themselves for who they are. Beauty has been stereotyped for looks and women, why? Men, animals, places, music and art can be beautiful too. Why wouldn't it be?

Its opinion only. Beauty is held within each and every person. They just have to accept themselves.

photographs

Photographs, they are inspired little pieces of memories and happiness all rolled together into a shiny piece of paper trapped behind a thin glass panel with a frame to reflect the beauty of it all.

I have phots all around my room, I find that it gives me a sense of who I am. Some of my favourite memories are caught in a photograph forever. Memories fade but once they are caught on paper, time cannot steal it away from you.

I love going through old photos and then a whole story unravels just from one snapshot moment where an insightful genius thought to take an everlasting photo. And how some people seem to remember more then you did, and sharing the moment makes it an even better experience.

Having photographs from when you were younger shows how much you change, it shows how people grow. If you took a photo everyday for 3 or so years, the difference from the beginning to the end would be phenomenal, a person would grow right infront of your eyes. Every change would be noticed.

Taking photographs when you're on holiday as well the entire holiday can be summed up in just one photograph - generally the one with everyone in, its absolutely hilarious and the smiles are the windows which show the hearts feeling.

Photographs were made to show the memories we forget; to remember the things we thought we had forgotten; to tell stories we know and love; and never forget the people we had the best times of our life with.

thoughts.

Did you know the human brain produces approximately 70,000 thoughts on an average day? Now, in my head I'm almost 100% that my brain works overtime. There is never a time when I'm not thinking. I absolutely love it, I love that anything can happen. And although sometimes bad thinking occurs, I am adamant that it's just so I can think about happier things more, like my brain tricks me into it. How? I don't honestly know.

I come up with scenarios in my head, things that would never ever ever happen but would be so amazing if they could. I would tell you, but even to me it doesn't make that much sense.
Day-dreaming as well! I stare into space and let my mind wander off in all directions, all across my imagination. There has never been a time where I can't think of one more thing to keep my train of thought going, I have never hit the edge, the walls, the corners of the box that contains my whole brain secret and all to myself. Each string of thoughts seem to go on forever but life interupts and the day carries on as if nothing had ever happened.

I love that in your mind everything is private, its all yours. Nothing intrudes, its so complex as well. My mind seems to wonder off on a tangent by itself (if that's possible?) I love thoughts, some of them I find are so funny and like me that I want to write them all down, but impossible really.

My imagination runs wild with me, sometimes in the wrong direction and I think of unrealistic things but other times its exactly what I needed to know.

Happiness

If you could bottle happiness up and keep it in a jar, my room, no my house would be full to the brim! Can you imagine it? Jars, pots and bottles full of happiness, and when it seemed like you were carrying the worlds weight on your shoulders open up a jar and let it wrap around you. Feel its warmth and love, like a hug but so much more and then so much less. By less I mean there isn't a person putting there arms around you but more is that it fills you up like pouring water in a glass.

Being happy is like no other feeling in the universe, it has to be savoured and remembered so by bottling it there will always be a hand to lend or a friendly face when the world is against you.

Happiness comes in small pockets of life, when you see friends, when something goes your way for once, being lucky, winning something, eating your favourite thing in the whole entire world, doing a good thing for someone else, seeing a photograph which brings back forgotten memories, seeing someone you thought you wouldn't for a while, dancing in the rain, laughing on your own, just laughing, jumping about to a random song with the best people in the world, hearing a song you forgot about, just smiling, seeing the person you love, doing something nice to someone else who really needed it.
It doesn't have to be superficial happiness ~ creating something which isn't there. But true happiness needs to be made in the spur of the moment.

Even just writing this has made me smile, and think of everything funny, happy, crazy, cheery, jolly that has ever happened. If I could make the whole world smile for one day, that would make my life.

The world can be optimistic.