The beauty of people

I am amazed at how beautiful human beings are.

We are so free, we can even determine how much of our beauty people around us wll perceive.
It has little to do with physical appearance and everything to with the maintenance we give our heart. We neglect it too often, and convince ourselves it is invisible, so why bother keeping it up?

We should not let weeds strangle the garden of our soul. Bitterness should never be used as a fertilizer, nor jealousy as the means to water it, and anger must never be the sunbeams that we allow to warm or sear our harvest of flowers.

Who wants a garden filled with wilted flowers, with petals so fragile they break when they come in contact with awkward, sometimes harsh fingers?

The blossoms of our heart are burgeoning, let us make sure they are strong enough to withstand the moans and menace of the winds, yet tender enough to continue hanging onto branches and stems, until they burts with colour all around us and fill our lives with a vibrant palette of love.