BEAUTY

Inner beauty is not like outer beauty—it does not age.

Yet, we were trained to believe otherwise.

When you see two children standing side by side—

One is "beautiful," the other is less noticeable.

Or one is dressed elegantly, the other plainly.

And instinctively, we compliment the one who looks more beautiful.

We make jokes, we praise.

And the other child?

We forget.

We don’t stop to wonder what they feel,

what they are experiencing in that moment.

But in truth, beauty is not a gift.

It is not kindness to point it out.

It does not make the world better.

It is simply a habit we have normalized.

Yet, everything leaves a mark.

A place. A memory.

One day, that child—the "beautiful" one—will grow up believing their worth comes from what they look like.

Until the day they must discover their inner beauty for themselves.

By then, they will have mistaken it for a currency they were given at birth.

And they will be wrong.

What matters is not how grand the building of life looks.

But where its foundation is placed.

Is it built on solid ground?

Or does it rest on a swamp?

Because sometimes, just a small wind can collapse the most dazzling house of cards.

And sometimes, even the strongest storms

cannot shake the foundation of a soul that is truly beautiful.