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Idea of beauty.



I will look beautiful not when I buy expensive, branded or elegant dress for myself.
Neither when I will buy cosmetics worth thousands and spread over my face.
Nor when I burden myself with timeless precious jewelry made for bourgeois.
I become beautiful when I talk to people ,whom nobody talked, go to the place ,where people are reluctant to go or do ,what people think is waste of time and money.
I become beautiful when I add meaning to someone’s life and someone adds meaning to mine.
I become beautiful when someone breaks my stereotypes exposes me to my faults, corrects me, and transforms me.
I shall become more beautiful when I would travel to remotest region to know the last person in the country. To listen to him, his secluded and neglected life.
I shall become more beautiful when I would spread enlightenment where there has never been light
And not where the things are upright and bright.
When I would stand for their plight
Only then pen shall become might.

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