For my closing argument or rather justification; let’s, like everybody else in the past think of the origin of beauty. Perhaps the first men saw a rainbow after the heavy tornado and thought of giving a name to this feeling or view. And at the same time on a different place another man stood at the edge of the a cliff and saw a sunrise. They both saw something which gave them joy and a feeling indescribable. So they gave it a name: beauty. And with years passing different people with different experiences drew their own ideas or assumptions or experiences of beauty into quotes, poems, songs and stories including those who tried to objectify beauty. Unfortunately those who objectified beauty has succeeded in the present times. style
According to famous poet John Keats:- ‘A thing of beauty is a joy forever: it’s loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.’ I wish I could oppose this statement because as am reading this I feel so many memories rushing back in support of this. Remembering the times when I hold a baby in my arms and it refuses to leave me holding me tight altogether. Seeing an older couple who by society’s standards are neither pretty nor rich holding hands while going on a walk. Getting a text from someone telling you that they love you and the curve it makes on your cheeks. You might confuse it all with love or affection but these are all things of beauty if my idea of beauty is correct. I can literally think of so many instances and examples to support my claim. But this is not about convincing others about my idea of beauty. This is an effort to put restrictions on evolving ideas of beauty cause sometimes some mysteries should never be unfold and some answers should never be told for as much as we deny it, we live for the surprises that comes our way. We live to find different forms of beauty.