“Aren’t those flowers beautiful?”, asked the son.
I looked around, but couldn’t find anything that even
faintly resembled a flower. “Where? I don’t see any flowers here.”
“Look, there.”
“Where, Sweetheart? There aren’t any flowers here.”
“Are you blind or what”, he said, before taking me by the hand
and dragging me to a clump of wild grass. “Now can you see the flowers?”
Yes, when you looked at it through my son’s eyes, the grass
was beautiful. More beautiful than most flowers.
Can there be an absolute standard for beauty? Who decides
what qualifies as beautiful, and what doesn’t?
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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
3 comments:
I don´t know who is ´in charge´, but I agree with your son that grasses are often very beautiful, and so are many weeds :)
Natasha - Your son has a lot of wisdom! Grasses really can be beautiful. And I don't know who decided what "counts" as beautiful, either; I think you can find beauty in nearly everything.
Pretty as any flower I've seen. I had someone critsize my garden this year because I'd let a few weeds grow, but they were pretty weeds!
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