There are more beautiful people in the world than there are bad people. You don't hear about them on the news, their faces aren't pasted on the fronts of magazines, but they are there. Maybe you know one. And now imagine, that that one person knows one more. And one more. And on and on it goes.
Sometimes the beautiful in people is hard to find. In those people, remember that they are probably struggling with something invisible, intangible, indistinguishable to you or I, but to them it is a constant fight. They are using all their beautiful in that fight at that moment, so you can't see it. But it's there.
I remember one year I met a boy who was angry all the time. My most vivid memory was when he went into a fit because a group of us were playing cards and he was delt a bad hand. When we asked him to calm down, he screamed as though he was dying. It was a hidious, horrific sound-the kind of blaring noise that twists your insides and makes your heart afraid to beat. He knocked over a jar and the glass shattered everywhere. He kept screaming.
Three years ago he began coming out to people, telling us he was gay. Today he is one of the sweetest people I know. He explained to us what had happened with his old rage one day, telling us that the screaming was his struggle. It was a fight he could never win, because he was competing against himself. Trying to change himself.
Half of him constantly winning, half of him constantly losing.
Beautiful people are everywhere. They are your companions as you walk down the street, they are the man serving you your coffee, they are the person holding the door. Be a beautiful person. Do something more for these people today. Smile a bit bigger, give away some spare change, call an old friend and remind them you love them.
Believe in the world. It is a beautiful place, abundant with beautiful people.
