Beauty Madness or Maddens?

The context of beauty is too broad. Although the jargon is frequently used, it somehow emptied my brain with its definition. Many define the term on their own but what is beauty by the way?

My inquisitiveness pushed me to my constant aid when it comes to information searching, the Internet. As usual, it did not fail me. But the definitions were a little tough to comprehend. It fed my brain but it was not satisfying. Maybe I make my own definition. Tougher. (*sigh) The broad and different meanings I just squeezed together. Brilliant, ornamental, attractive, excellent quality, are what mostly defining it; beauty is the quality that exalts the mind or spirit; the quality of an attribute that is pleasing to the senses or the mind. Something that is pleasing I guess would define it well. Well that narrowed to the obsolete but famous quote, “beauty is in the eyes of the beholder”. It is subjective, resonating from personal perceptions.

Something came into my senses and I began to ask. Why do people hold on to beauty while others destroy it? I then remembered my favorite author. The one that we kept on holding is the one that we want to destroy. But well, we won’t be dealing with that. Let us just stay shallow on bodily beauty. This will be easier, I think.

When does beauty become madness? A madden? It depends on the intensity of the admiration and emotions we set off.

Eyes tell brain that what they see and discover is something interesting and captivating. Then brains tell hearts that they desire it.

So when does it become madness? It becomes one when admiration is at its best. The eyes cannot take its vision away from the object. The heart becomes childish wanting to own the beauty the eyes have seen.

It is madness when the heart is playful with what it felt. A folly heart is a heart engrossed with emotions that it tends to do anything to make it happy. To experience bliss. The state stays there for as long as it decides to be that way. For as long as it is healthy. But when it deviates, it becomes a madden.

There is beauty madden when we want to destroy beauty. A selfish heart won’t let anybody admire it but itself alone. We usually associate this feeling on fanatics who believed that it is better to see their idols die than compete for attention with other fans. So they kill what they admire and desire the most. Likewise with lovers filled with envy.

There is also beauty madden when we cannot let other beauty overpower ours. We always search for the person’s negativity just to believe that behind that beauty is an ugly face. So we would believe that nobody is more beautiful than us. We wanted to believe that we are the fairest of all beings. Like that of the wicked stepmother of Snowhite who rummaged the forest to kill the latter.

‘Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder’. For whatever reasons we say that one thing, one person, one memory, one instance, is beautiful or not, we are the sole critic. As I say, beauty is seen subjective. Be it a madness or a madden, what matters is that we control the intensity of the emotions we exude. The brain is still the highest deciding power who controls us. For as long as it stays a madness, admiring one’s beauty is in its healthy stage. The pain of losing somebody or something must not overpower one’s being, or else it will become a madden.