But One Beauty in This World

In a world full of beauty, there is one flaw

There is beauty in this world.

Maybe I wasn’t always happy. And maybe there were days I didn’t want to get up, and one day there may be a day that I can’t. But do not think that I hate the world. Because I love it. I love everything about this world. I love life. I love looking up at the stars on clear nights and thinking that I am sharing this with people who no longer love me, who no longer think of me. We still have the stars that we slept under and the moon that shined on hair to make it whimsical. I look at sun rises exploding with reds and yellows and purples and pinks and think of how I may forget about this one day, but to see it now is amazing.

I love this world. I love being in the world. When I die I never want it to be said that I thought this world was too cruel to live in. I love this life. I love the people in it. I smile at random acts of kindness not even directed at me. I get flustered myself when I see people truly in love, people who of course will break down occasionally and hurt each other, but will search for solace in the other because they have loved and trusted each other for too long. I never want humanity to lose that.

I love everything. I love the death of each leaf in the fall. I love the man who gave money to the homeless simply because he had once known what that was. When I die, I don’t want it to be said I hated my life. I loved it. I loved every part of. You could never force me to say I hated anything but one thing.

There is one flaw in nature. There is one thing in this world that makes me cringe when I see good in this life. There is only one problem in the world, and it is so easily fixed, but it would be so hard for me to do.

The only flaw in this world was that I am alive to witness it.

I am a flaw in the sea of perfect. I love myself and I love that I got to witness this life, but I was never meant to be a part of it. I get a glimpse of the world and I have loved every bit of it, except for the crippled rose that is me. Too many beautiful lives ruined. Too many faces stained with tears. I am an imperfection in this nature, a mistake that was never meant to flourish. I love everything. I love what this world is capable of. I love you.

I was just never meant to be in a world that can be so beautiful, when I am so ugly

Author's Note

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