I’ve struggled my whole life with the concept of beauty
Or its male equivalent
Because it seemed unfair that it didn’t apply to me
But I’m a sound-oriented person
So I gave myself up to beauty in music
And spoken words
Nobody who knows me in real life thinks of me as a poet
I am known as a pianist
And as a public speaker
Or even as a mathematician
Which is kind of ironic
I’ve almost always hated the way I look
But whether speaking or listening
I lose myself in the absorption or creation
Of words
The music and the flow of them
And when I’m out here browsing blogs
I love the melody of people’s lives
The harmony of their dreams
Even the discords of circumstance
Because beauty, to me
Is found in our striving
To be better
Not just in perfections, so-called
That we attain
But in the desire
To live better
To reach more
To bring order to our chaos
And to be the best versions of ourselves
As we were all meant to do