Pretty Shiny Objects

We humans have always been drawn to beauty.  Anything from a well crafted automobile, a delicate wood carving, a beautiful woman  (or man), to snowcapped mountains or a dramatic  sunset.  It's a universal human characteristic.

I've lusted over some very beautiful women and at some point I decided I could be beautiful too.  I did the diet, I did the gym, worked for months trying to sculpt my body into what I felt was pleasing.  Then during a workout, I realised, "Dude, is this you? Are you defining yourself as the body you inhabit?"  I'm not my body, I'm not my mind, I'm not my soul. 

This body is just a conveyance so I can get around this world and interact with other beings. It grows old and eventually breaks down.  My mind is constantly changing and growing, my mind now is not the same that it was two years ago or even two seconds ago.  The soul?  If I am just my soul, then what do I need the other stuff for? 

I suspect I am all of it.  And our souls are like tiny branches in the Great Consciousness.  We are all one and we are all beautiful.  How can there be an ugly branch in a beautiful tree?   We have always been beautiful.  We all are.  Fat or skinny, tall or short, light or dark, young or old, you, me, we all are beautiful.

Too many times I am dazzled by the chassis I tend to overlook what is inside.  Everyone is beautiful if we can only learn to really look.