Feel the burn.

Today, I went to the gym as I do almost every day.  All I could think about was what I'd been hearing all day; praise to girls that have stellar bodies but almost no brain to speak of.  It disgusts me how predominantly, physical appeal trumps mental ability.  What about when they get older?  When their years of tanning leaves them with horrible skin, skin damage, and gravity pulls everything down a little closer to home?

And yet I still pushed myself because, no matter what anyone says, we all want to be physically appealing.  I know the importance of intelligence, and yet I still strive for outer beauty.

Though this may be a vain action, it does effectively keep my body healthy and fit.  But I'm bothered by how my motivation stemmed from jealousy over someone else.  I want my motivation to be purely from me; I want it to exist because I want to better myself, not because I'm trying to outdo the girl next to me.  If I adhered to a religion, I might say I was committing a sin through being jealous.  But I know I'm not the only one driven to do things because I want to be better than the rest.  Jealousy drives ambition, and though the destination might be a sound target, we have to watch the journey we take to get there.  Because we're all capable of jealousy.

We're all sinners.

You're my inspiration.

I'm constantly inspired by you and the things that you do.  I'm intrigued by the angle of your jaw, the sway of your hip, the purse of your lip.  I'm intrigued by the muscles beneath your skin and the curve of your silhouette.  You inspire me.

Inspiration is everywhere, we just need to pay attention.

I'm inspired by beauty, but what is beauty?  Beauty is physical, beauty is emotional, and beauty is intellectual.  The beauty of a woman's curve is just as aesthetically appealing to me as the muscle beneath a man.  Beauty is natural, but we are hardly natural.  We're constantly changing ourselves with clothing, haircuts, makeup, digital imaging, etc.  And I'd be a hypocrite if I said I didn't use some of these things.


There is beauty in the words you speak to me and the way your diction creates tremors in my spine.  There is beauty in the analytical nature of the things you say to me, and the depth of your thoughts.  I'm stimulated by your mind and the reasons for thinking the way that you do, and it is beautiful.


The way my heart races when I'm in your presence, the way I frown when you frown, the way I feel how you feel, is all beautiful.  Beauty is portrayed through emotions.

If we started learning to see it as such, beauty would be present everywhere.  But we all have our own narrow views of what we perceive it as, and so we constantly change to fit these perceptions of beauty...whatever they are.