Beauty

In my humanities class, I was instructed to bring in something I considered beautiful. I brought in my dirty and stinky Chuck Taylors. An odd choice, many would think. I even admit most people wouldn't necessarily think it is beautiful, but I stuck with it. I even stayed with that as my choice when my teacher gave us an option to bring something else. My reason for choosing is not purely because I think it is beautiful. I think it almost developed into a crusade to prove the beauty of the object not only in my eyes but in others as well. Beauty is such a hard thing to define, but the best definition I can come up with is: An object, person, place, idea, sound, touch, smell, taste, or emotion that moves a person to see the positive aspects of life, the universe and everything. With that definition, you can discount much art as being beautiful. Things can be aesthetically pleasing without being beautiful. さようなら.