“Beauty is truth; truth beauty” writes the great John Keats. If he were here today, how would he regard the “beauty” we, as Americans, seem to admire: the Kardashians, the “real housewives”, entertainment figures parading on the red carpet—beauty that is clearly manufactured. Everything tucked, nipped, and botoxed to a farthingale. In these examples ‘beauty” and “truth” are not synonymous.
Keats, of course, means natural beauty. In the vision of a perfect sunset is the truth of immortality. A slow descent amid glorious hues becoming dark night. Repeated over and over again. Immutable. The promise of spring expresses hope of renewal. There is both truth and beauty in that. Seek beauty in the everyday; relish the truth of what it means to be human, to be aware, to find those moments that bring that “shock of recognition.”
I like to believe that we can find beauty (and truth) everywhere if we look for it. (Maybe not on the news channels, though—I’m staying away from them!)