Be Nice

There are a lot of little things that make me happy. Getting a new outfit, perfecting a new hairstyle, losing a pound here and there. You’ll notice that everything I just named revolved around appearance. Yes, those things do make me happy. Feeling beautiful makes me happy. But am I really beautiful just because I got a new outfit? No. Am I really beautiful because my hair looks good or I lost some weight? Maybe on the outside. But even then, am I still truly beautiful? I say no. Scratch that; hell no. Beauty is where there is no evil. Look at the flowers, or the sunset, or at a baby’s face. Do you see evil? I sure as hell hope not. Therefore, you see beauty. Or some form of it.

            I’m not saying beauty is born from innocence. No; that would just make you naïve. Don’t ignore the bad things in life, but don’t focus on them either.

            True beauty is being nice to other people. I’ve learned that through my own experience. I’ve been known to not be a very nice person. But for the past however long, I’ve been genuinely nice to people. And I love it. No, I don’t necessarily feel beautiful on the outside. But on the inside I feel awesome. People are noticing, too. It’s weird to be called nice. But I like it.

            Even if you’re sad sometimes, be nice to other people. It’ll help. To see someone else’s sadness fade away because of you, helps to make your sadness fade away too. Just be a good person; it’s a great feeling.