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True Beauty {Beauty Challenge}

I walk on the hard black asphalt, toward the little pool of mulch where the swings sit. Here there is silence, away from all bustling activity. Here I think of what is beauty.
Is beauty something on the inside, a personality to treasure?
Yes. But that is not true beauty.
Is it the old and the wise, the grimy poor on the street who know so much yet have so little to show?
Yes, they are. But that is not true beauty.
Is it the outside beauty that they say the world is focused on?
Yes, surely. But that is not true beauty.
Is beauty sweet music, or independence maybe?
Well, yes. But that is not true beauty.
Surely it is not the ringing in my ears, the sadness, the empty schoolyard panorama?
Actually, it is. But not true beauty.
Well then what, may I ask, is “true beauty”?
True beauty, I decide, sitting where so many children have sat, where so much goes on, the wind whistling as I go up and down, is living in the moment. No looking forward or back. Here, nothing more.
Well, at least for me it is.

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