This morning I woke up thinking that, in fact, there is no truth in the already well-known idea that every human being is beautiful in its own way. The truth is, I think, that every human being is beautiful in all the possible ways because each of them bears the potentiality of doing something beautiful (let’s face it, we are capable of great things when we’re passionate about something, Lincoln for instance). Anyways, some of us sing (badly, while under the shower), some of us paint, some of us write, and some of us are just beautiful. We manifest beauty. And well, here’s to beauty…and happiness.
P.S. I wrote this while in Reggio Emilia. If you were there, this is about you (yes, you).