there is a word called majestic.

and someone pointed out to me once…that when we look at the beauty of a tree…that is all we see… we don’t judge it for its knots, crooked branches, or all of its varying imperfections. We see the tree in all of its bends and turns and rough unexpected ness and accept it as is …as it was intended to be. as beautiful. now imagine she said…if we humans could see and accept ourselves and each other in the same way… no expectations. no imperfections. …just acceptance. as is. as intended. beautiful . majestic.