night sky

Gazing into the dark blue sky, my heart floated into mid-air, as if i was being held on top of the world; hovering peacefully with constant pace above the surface of the earth. Taking my view off the sky, i was back on hard earth, standing with my two feet stuck on the ground, i took a deep breath of the much fresh air which filled my lungs with satisfaction of confidence; the confidence that i will live to take another breath. Then i looked at the ground beneath my feet and realised that i was standing on soft green pasture, and bare footed i was, i felt comfortable as the grass began to caress my feet, massaging them with such elegance that only the nature could give. I stretched my body and sat on the ever inviting natural cushion which acted as a magnet, keeping my lower part of body close in contact with it, refusing to budge from its position. Once again i fixed my eyes on to the sky and this time i saw stars, shining so brightly, positioned in such beautiful arrangement and pattern, way beyond what was expected or imagined. As i enjoyed the anticipation of seeing more of what the stars could show me, i smelled a stench of loneliness in the atmosphere and only then it came to me that i was alone in the darkest night with only lights that nature provided best. I ignored the annoyingly stinging solitary feeling and when back in focus on my date with the night sky. Lifting my head once more, a brighter light unexpectedly shone into my eyes, i was caught a back but turned to look for the source of it and found myself looking at one of the most beautiful creation of God - The Moon. As i began to admire its light and shape of sheer perfect roundness, i looked more closely and realised that on the surface of the moon laid many dents and ugly scars, but yet on the whole it looked perfectly fine and wonderful with its brightness upholding its reputation.

The moon is filled with scars but yet its called a beauty by millions of tongues, if a moon can be judged that way, why not a human? The moon is not afraid to show its flaws, though filled with dents n scars it shines ever brightly with pride and honour, shouldn't us human do the same? Perfect is no human and beauty is all mankind, it is of no rights of anyone to call the other ugly for his or her flaws, for the former himself will suffer from the name that comes out of his mouth as he himself has flaws as well; call a person ugly and you are uglier, but call a person beautiful and you will be a much more beautiful person than you used to be. Imperfection is common, hiding them will only reveal more of your flaws, admitting to them will bring you not shame but pride, honour and respect, for a man who admits to his flaws is truthful not only to others and himself, but most importantly to the One above who created and made it all.

Gazing into the dark blue sky, i smiled with the knowledge that as imperfect as i am, i am beautiful.