The Eyes Have It

   Back in my old church we used to visit the old folks home on certain Sundays, and sometimes I would go to help out. Well one time I ran across this very old lady who looked deep into my face and said I had the most beautiful eyes, and that they reminded her of her husbands. It made me very sad, as I knew he must have passed some time ago judging by her look. It also made me think about my eyes, and my general contempt I've always held for them. I hate their color, the way the green and hazel never seem to mix in uniform color. Either their mostly green, with hazel haphazardly placed in the center, or mostly hazel, with splotches of green mixed at random. I would prefer they were all green myself, so I get sad that I'm so close.

   Well, yesterday a chick commented on a photo of mine and said I have pretty eyes, only the second time I ever heard that. It made me think, maybe my odd mix is just some peoples cup of tea, and all the blues eyes in the world cant compare to my odd green/hazel mix. Maybe beauty really is in the eye of the beholder and we should learn to stop dwelling so much on appearance, and know somewhere out there one man's beauty is another man's ugly.

   I've been learning lately to disregard appearances lately anyways. I will never cease to be physically attracted to girl that in my mind I've come to call 'my type', but I have come to understand that's just chemicals and hormones, and that attraction should in know way be conducive to whether or not I 'like' someone. Furthermore, neither should I focus on the 'inner' beauty, as everyone has fault. Focus too heavily on the good qualities and the bad ones will surprise you one day and bite you in the ass. Consider the person as a whole being. Love who they are, not who you think they are.