The word bungle means to spoil, to let something fail through the carelessness of incompetence. For beauty to be perceived through the eyes of others it must honored, either by the bearer of it or by those who cast their gaze upon it with the hope that they will be bewitched by its mystic effects. Beauty only exists if one wants it to, and can only be cherished as something of worth by those who recognize its divinity. The Lebanese-American artist, poet and writer Kahlil Gibran,. (1883-1931) once wrote that “Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.”
Beauty must be celebrated for what it is and acknowledge for what it is not. Beauty can be both tangible and insubstantial. Beauty can be found anywhere. We can feel it in our touch when we stroke our cat’s fur, it’s there, present in the smoothness of our canine’s sleek coat or we can uncover it by running the lightest of silky feathers through our fingers a time or two in a harmonious, rhythmic way. Beauty is thought to be only skin deep J. Davies (1569-1626) but it can carry its own weight depending upon how it is to be had.
The greatest indicators of beauty arrive, often plainly set, packaged in incorruptibility, innocent in the composition of their own natural world, and unaware of the power and allure contained within its secret potential. Birds are beautiful and so are the trees they nest in.
Beauty has its own value that can only be estimated by its admirer’s and their sense of taste. Anything that one decides is beautiful has the capability to be so, regardless of its unattractiveness or its strangeness to others. True beauty always exists, even if at first it is not so readily apparent, one only has to look long enough, and hard and deep enough, and the aesthetic elements that are buried within its veneer will gradually emerge, aspects that cannot be completely disputed not even by the harshest of critics. “In each person I catch a fleeting suggestion of something beautiful and swear eternal friendship with that. Santayana, G. (1863-1952) “The Middle Span,” persons and places 1944-1953.
What bungles beauty is our need to change it and in trying to make it into what it is not we deface it. We mar beauty when we vandalize it by writing offensive graffiti all over it. We destroy it when we critique it and impose our own judgments on it as if we were the Supreme Creator and could instantly alter the complexion of it. Beauty bias is what bungles beauty, restricts its course, incarcerates it, isolates it and disfigures its intention.
“Some beautiful things are more impressive when left imperfect than when too highly finished.”
If we will allow it to, and we choose to celebrate beauty, it will bring us a feeling of certainty, consistency and conviction that in all people, places and things it exists.