Conversations

‘’Looks are ephemeral’’ he said. ‘’They’re fleeting and vanity is the domain of the young. With old souls like us, we see beyond those physical limitations and into the mind of the unknowing limitless and vast internal beauty. But internal beauty sounds so cliché doesn’t it? What’d be a good word or phrase for that?’’

‘’Why is internal beauty so cliché?’’ she asked.

‘’Everyone says it!’’ he replied, a bit defensively. ‘’A better word would be ‘real beauty’ I suppose.’’

She may have smiled, and asked, ‘‘and what do you consider to be ‘real beauty’?’’

‘’The ability to see good in others, the ability to be kind to people who the world usually ignores, to be simple and rooted and find that humility is a step towards a life that can be fulfilling, and to just be able to smile. And laugh. And worship at the altar of the god of mirth and magic.

Mind you I don’t profess to possess any of those capacities, but I sure do try to work towards them.

And from what I’ve gathered, so do you’’, he finally concluded.

Two minds and two hearts let out a sigh at that very moment in a moment of serendipitous ecstasy.