Beauty is a measure that cannot be compared. The sun creeping on the horizon is no more beautiful than the lull of stars in the night sky. Nor the dense forest from the lush grass. In some ways even, one beauty cannot exist without the other. The mountain and the trees. The waterfall and the river. The body and its soul. My life is beautiful not just because I live it but also because I have you. That is beauty I recognise.
