As I stood there watching the octopus, I had to think about beauty. This creature was wrinkled, red, beige and fluidly graceful in movement. It appeared to have no bone structure and the eyes were strangely macabre. Yet, in every way, the creature was beautiful. I tried to understand why, in the animal world, the standard for beauty is very different than it is for humans. In the human world, we want beauty to look exactly a certain way.
When we are watching the fish in the aquarium, we do not care what size, nor what color and shape the sea creatures are. What’s more, the creatures do not care. I am wishing that humans could feel that way about each other: no matter what, your color, nor your shape matters, you are beautiful.