Butterfly

Beauty or Beast?

The distinction comes from whether one bears adversities with grace or anger.

He who not only bears, but also embraces adversities shall be beautiful.

But one who bears it but bears it with hatred will be hedious and abominable.

The most rare and beautiful.

What is common is not beautiful, it is pretty.

However, true beauty rises from its scarcity and rarity.

Beauty is few in number but many in quality.

It takes pain, affliction, persecution, and hardship to make something grows.

Although pain is not necessary component for something to grow,

but if something wants to be beautiful or transform it must have adversity.

No adversity, no beauty.

It is rare means I may be the only one or chance to meet someone beautiful is slim to none.

Whatever comes at my way, accept them gladly.

For joy in midst of pain is what will transform me into something beautiful.

I do no know what I will be but I know I will be beautiful after all the dust have been settled.

Always more than what meets the eyes.

I am better than I think.

I am better than what people say.

I need to realize my potential.

To see me as I am.

To discover who I really am.

The transformation begins when I decide to be all I am.