You ever notice how the only thing people seek in the world is some sort of beauty? Even rapists, they seek what they think is the Beauty of control, or the beauty of a woman in desperation. Granted I would never seek as such, but I do seek my own beauties, as everyone does. I've seaked the beauty of knowledge, and the beauty of a good story. Sometimes, when I find some good knowledge, I have a tendency to lord it over people, the beauty of superiority. But I'm trying very hard to correct that problem of mine, and throw it into another beauty, such as the beauty of humility.

There are also those who seek the beauty of narcotic induced euphoria. But then, perhaps, with careful control and a willingness to change, they can adjust themselves like I plan to, replacing their need for one beauty with another.

I've had, for a long time, a desire to seek the beauty of sex. I loved thinking about women, and sex, and how much fun it was going to be when I finally got some. But the downside is, when I seek sex, I look like a creep and a pervert, and I don't get what I want, especially in my case (cause, hell, I'm no eye candy). Sometimes it felt wrong craving sex from the women I knew. Because I knew if I did end up fulfilling those fantasies it would end up awkward afterwards when I lost the desire to have sex with them, lust being as fickle as it is.

So I changed myself, I stopped seeking the beauty of sex and started seeking the beauty of a deeper connection. Of love, and kindness. I started seeking a connection with people that was a lot deeper, and more intact, less fickle. The kind of connection you can only get when you understand who someone is so fully that you can't help but love them. And in doing so, I've become a happier person.

I still have a few beauties in my life that I should probobly stop seeking (such as video games). As a human I will always be imperfect, just as everyone else is. But maybe, just maybe, if I keep trying, and working hard, to seek perfection. I will eventually achieve it without ever knowing. Perhaps arriving at perfection isn't what makes us perfect, perhaps just the journey of perfection is what makes us perfect.

All in all, life is beautiful.

That's all I have to say about that.