Reflections - A Journey Through Life

Which beauty would you see? Men look at women. Being a man I know that. For the same reason, I do not know so conclusively whether women also look at men the same way. By logical deduction, I am sure that women do look at men, but I am not sure about the manner in which they do. Amongst faces in the crowd my eyes automatically search for a beautiful one. If there is one, it shines like a brightly lit lamp amongst so many unlit dark lamps around. Yes, to many of us beauty is embodied in women. To us men at least. I do not really know whether women also find other women beautiful. And there is no practical reason why they should. I have my own definition of beauty built bit by bit over so many decades. By what? Apart from the inherent subjective element, it certainly is the society around me that shaped the definition of beauty in me. Oh yes, perception of human beauty is subjective. Definition of beauty for an African man will certainly be different from that of an English ...

The most beautiful heart One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart as it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it to be truly the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart. Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people stared—how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought. The young man looked at ...