Lookouts

I want to be the sort of person who goes to a lookout and looks the wrong way, but still sees beauty. For what is life but the search for beauty where others don't see it? And that is why some search for beauty in ugliness; in music and in noise; in sights and in pictures; in smells and tastes; in heat and cold; in fabric and fashion; in life and in death; in structure and chaos; in maths and in emotions; in logic and intuition. Because we all want to discover beauty where others don't see it, so that we may have some small claim over it. We will share it with others who also see the beauty, but all the while, we remain convinced they don't see it like we see it. That's why people fall in love with the wrong people - they trick themselves into thinking only they see the diamond in the rough, even if mass popularity suggests otherwise. All the while, what they really want is someone to see the beauty in them that others don't see, that they don't see. All the while, what we really want is someone to see the beauty in us that others don't see, that even we don't see ourselves. For life is the search for beauty where others don't see it, but the greatest pleasure and the greatest surprise, for it is also our greatest doubt, is to be thought beautiful ourselves.