beautiful to me
In my British Lit class, we were reading Keats and discussing how "beauty is truth, and truth is beauty," how beauty is subjective, and how beauty can be a representation of perfection. We asked the questions, "Would you stay in a moment of perfection forever, or would you proceed on to reality?" "Is something perfect and beautiful if it's a moment frozen in time, forever in laughter or anticipation?" I was thinking, and I thought of this picture taken over break. I would go back to this moment in a heartbeat, but not forever. My mom, my sisters, and me, all together, our joking and laughing captured in a moment forever. It's the perfection of the moment and the fact that things aren't always like that, that give this picture value. Some may view this and think nothing of it, may see it as just some girls laughing. But to me, this moment is perfection--this image is beautiful to me.