Some thoughts that occurred to me recently that I would like to share:
What is beauty? Of course people always say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but why is it that nearly everyone would look at old photos of Katherine Hepburn or Greta Garbo and say, “She’s beautiful.” What is it that makes them beautiful and not merely pretty or cute? I look at those photos and I think that they look elegant and they look sad. Could beauty be defined as elegance and sadness?
Fatalism – no matter what we do, our end cannot change. Is that truly the way things are? I would rather not think so, and am troubled by those who do. It would imply that there was some sort of greater force that has preordained everything that will happen. I’m not sure if I can really handle that by doing anything other than accepting what happens to me. Perhaps that’s why people find me to be such a neutral person on so many levels, because I don’t form strong opinions on what happens to me, and I try not to commit to absolutes when topics are concerning myself. Of course, the same can’t be said for my opinions on what happens to others…