With a flawless skin which has no sign of aging, And dark long hair which can be really engaging, Deep blue eyes which has an ocean inside, Anyone would love to dive in without knowing what is inside, She has a perfect smile that can lit up the sky, But with a dark heart reflecting all the evils under the sky.
Other one is an epitome of ugliness that's how the world see, With no facial features or perfect teeth, People loveto swipe quickly as her picture comes on screen, But her acts of kindnesses are always honoured behind the screen. Her eyes are doves symbolizing peace and love, And hands so warm that can calm any storm with a touch or a hug, She is a free spirit woman who you can never tame, So, if I want to define beauty what it would be? -JMJ
Have you ever had an incident in your life which has affected youa lot later? Something, which is still fresh in your mind even if ithad happened a long time ago. A face that you cannot forget.
I have a story to tell you which has been haunting me since several years. I still remember the day when I was going to church with my mother and my little brother. I think I was twelve or thirteen years old. While walking, I saw a middle aged man, walking towards us. From a distance itself I had a feeling of uneasiness. When he came nearer I gave him a glance and I took my mother’s hand to hold in shock.
You must be thinking that he might have done something. Then, you are wrong. In this story, I’m the villainess. My behavior was totally based on his physical feature, his facial disfigurement. It was like he didn’t have a nose or mouth and those organs were all joined together to appear like a big mass on his face. I had never seen anyone like that before. The way I reacted after I saw him was so rude and unkind that he quickly walked past us bowing his head. But before he did that I saw disappointment and sadness on his face.
That night, I couldn’t sleep because I got scared of him. It didn’t occur to me at that time that I’m theone who had hurt him. Only thing that bothered me was his face. It took a few years and anursingdegree course to make me realize what wasthe cause for his disfiguredface. What I did was so wrong even though it was unintentional.
I still remember his face but the feelings are not the same. Regret has taken the place of fear. That was the first and the last time I saw him. I never got the chance to say sorry to him in person.This post is a confession and I would like to take this chance to say, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was so ignorant and unkind that I behaved like that. I’m sorry that I judged you based on your face without knowing you in person. I’m sorry that I hurt your feelings when I looked away because I wanted to avoid you. I’m deeply sorry for what I have done.” So if you read this, I hope that you do, please take it as an apology from my heart.
A Life's Journey 