Thoughts, feelings and disturbances {ONGOING}

Beauty

Beauty

A few weeks ago I saw something beautiful. Yes, something worth being called ‘beauty’, though the term it’s self is subject to vary. It’s hard for me to find something deemed worthy of the term ‘beauty’ in this ugly world. But, I did it.

I was sitting at the bus stop waiting for the bus that never comes on time and that’s when I saw it. It’s a simple scene, really quite basic, but also beautiful at the same time.

 A man was walking past with bags in his hands and a baby strapped to his back. It’s a scene most associated with females. Stereotypical, I know.

I stared at this man in awe. He had that look. You know that look, the look that you see with people who have had a tough past.

 It’s the look of a mother who has to raise her kids alone after the death of her husband, her soul mate. It’s a look that when you see it, you think ‘there’s a person who is prepared to do whatever it takes to protect their loved ones’. He had that determined look that shows that he wasn’t going to budge.

I got the feeling that he was very protective of the child on his back and for the split second that it took for him to pass me, I felt the feeling of sacredness, beauty.