A thing of beauty

Beauty can be found anywhere, if you look hard enough. It may well be on the front cover of a magazine, but it is also in an endless horizon, a wave just before it breaks, a quiet whisper between lovers. Humans can recognise beauty but we don't understand it; which is why we are constantly trying to capture or manufacture beautiful things, trying to replicate or contain it so we can admire it as we please. A thing of beauty truly is a joy forever, even behind bars; we capture wild animals and put them in cages, we write down our emotions and put them into the confines of a song. While it is cruel and unkind to contain beautiful, free spirited things, I think it is in our nature to always want more than we should have. While it is so sad to see animals listless in zoos and amusement parks, and while it is tragic to over-analyse a beautiful moment between you and a loved one just so you can create a piece of concise work from the experience, there is no denying the fact that no matter what unnatural things we do to beauty, it never disappears. 

It just becomes sad.