In the week I’ve known my traveling companions, I’ve got to know them all pretty well already. Usually around 3pm comes a quote of the day (most, but not all, have been from the same person)
- I’d love to just take my top off and run around (for context, if needed, we had just trekked to the top of our nearest mountain)
- I don’t wear knickers
- I would definitely choose shagging the goat
- These trousers give me a wedgie, I need to walk at the back
- Kick the ball (demonstrating amazing football knowledge whilst watching the England game)
- Tell me who they are and I’ll sh*t on their doorstep (surprising only because it was from the mouth of the sweetest, most kind and unassuming girl you could possibly ever meet)
Today’s was “I see beauty in sh*t”, which got me thinking about what we find beautiful and why.
Nepal is undoubtedly a beautiful country. It’s lush green mountains are a sight to behold and everywhere you look there’s a beautiful face, a stranger wearing clothes so vibrant you’re immediately drawn, a tree so big you could hide a bus behind, golden temples contrast against maroon detail, multi coloured prayer flags, layers of paddy fields carved into the hills, Buddhist monks with stories etched on their faces and animals curled up sleeping peacefully at the side of the road. Scratch not too far beyond the surface however and you’ll find the mud, dust, poverty, withered plants and animals so hungry you can see every one of their bones. What makes one ugly and the other beautiful?
The natural reaction at first glance of our hennas, is that they’re ugly. They look as though they’ve been drawn by a hyperactive child, or maybe a very tired, very old man, who lost the will to live and ability to see clearly, many many years ago.
But that’s where we’re wrong. For me it’s just a matter of perspective. The shared experience and endless laughter we’ve had at the expense of our henna is where the beauty lies. It’s something I’ll never forget, the sentiment, a memory that will always be able to raise a smile. When it eventually fades (if indeed it does!) I know I’ll look back on it with fondness, as probably the best 30p I’ve ever spent.
So next time you see a dog that’s down on his luck, or come across a muddy path that’s hampering your day, try looking for where the beauty can be found. Everyone and everything has a story to tell and even if it’s not immediately obvious, an inner beauty waiting to be discovered… You never know, maybe it will become part of your story and something you can also look back on and smile about for years to come. And besides, I’ve always quite liked the colour brown so maybe I’ve always been able to see the beauty in sh*t 😊