Aesthetic means something different to everyone.
It might be a trees choreographic movements in the wind
Or the feeling you get when you hug and embrace yourself with someone you love
Or that cloud you saw yesterday that made you felt the urge fling yourself into and lose yourself.
Maybe it was that girl at the shops yesterday, the outfit she was wearing and how the matching fairy floss pink went so well together.
Concerned with beauty or the appreciation of beauty.
The way that bath bomb burst with colours in your bath and the way it made your senses explode.
the feeling of happiness when you spend time with a friend and you can’t stop smiling.
Maybe your aesthetic is the word aesthetic in itself, the way it rolls off your tongue kind of like a drop of poison but that poison tastes like fairy floss.
Maybe your aesthetic is the photo you saw on Instagram where the photos all fit perfectly together.
Maybe your aesthetic is the way the old lady smiled when you held the door open for her and the way she said thank you with so much sincerity you could hardly believe it.
Maybe your aesthetic is nothing,
When you think of nothing you think of black,
But black is a thing, an idea,
An idea is something as well.
Maybe your aesthetic is the way your cat snuggles into your leg when you get home from a long day at work,
Maybe your aesthetic is your child’s smile when you pick them up from school,
Maybe you don’t even have an aesthetic.
But an aesthetic is just an idea,
Something our insignificant human race made up,
To put a name to describe something
We find beautiful.
But beautiful is different to everyone,
Our society has labelled beauty,
A definition to abide by,
But the beauty on the outside is nothing,
Compared to the true beauty on the inside.
that girl with down syndrome,
You walked past her on your way to the bus stop,
You paid no attention to her,
We are force fed what society believes to be beautiful,
That girl, she was truly beautiful,
She is should be the definition of beauty,
We should be concerned with her beauty,
We should appreciate her beauty.
But we are too caught up,
With which Kardashian changed their hair colour,
Or who has had a nose job,
To even take a second glance at those who are truly beautiful.
To even think about what our aesthetics should really be,
And who we should really be looking up to.
The song your friend’s younger sister was playing on the piano,
That was beautiful.
Even though she played the wrong notes,
She put her heart and soul,
Into the soundwaves that came out of the wooden box with keys,
That sound she created was beautiful.
But in an exam,
Another way of categorisation,
Her music would be considered inadequate.
In some way or another,
It is drilled into a brains what is beautiful and what is not,
What is beautiful and who is beautiful,
And what is not beautiful and who is not beautiful,
Our nugatory human race needs some sort of order,
A way of putting others down while making themselves look better,
Better than they look on the inside,
Because the outside is all our prejudicial society seems to care about,
What you can see from a glance,
So why don’t we start caring about what really matters,
Why don’t stop caring about others,
And what they think is beautiful,
Discover our own aesthetic,
Appreciate our own beauty,
And the beauty around us,
Beauty is everywhere,
Only not everyone chooses to see it.
The giggles of a little girl filled your ears and made you stir from your slumber. A quiet, “Ssssshhh” came after it. You smiled as you used the heel of your palms to rub the sleep away from your eyes.
You sat up and opened your eyes to see Poe and your little Shara standing at the foot of the bed, “Happy Mother’s Day!” They both exclaimed. Poe was carrying a tray of breakfast and Shara held up a picture.
Shara climbed onto the bed and handed you the picture, “I drew this for you, Mommy!” You smiled as you looked at the picture. It was a stick figure drawing of you standing in front of your X-wing. Across the page at the bottom, it read: Best Mommy in the Resistance!
“This is the best picture I’ve ever seen, Shar!” You pulled her into your arms and peppered kisses all over her face and she giggled.
“Okay! My turn!” Poe shouted. Shara climbed off your lap and sat beside you. Poe set the tray of breakfast onto your lap. There were chocolate pancakes with the chocolate chips forming a heart in the middle.
You looked up at Poe, “Thank you.” He bent down and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.
“I put the chocolate chips!” Your daughter said.
You beamed at her, “And you did so well, my little flybug!” You cut into the pancake and before you bit into it, you asked Poe, “Did you guys eat?”
He nodded, “Yep. Go ahead.” You obliged and stuffed your face. You hummed at the sweetness filling your mouth. “So what do you want to do today?”
You swallowed the food and took a sip from the glass of orange juice that accompanied your meal, “I wanna visit your mother.”
Poe didn’t expect that answer, “Really?”
You softly smiled and nodded, “Yeah. It’s been a while since we’ve seen her.”
Poe gulped, “Okay. Whatever you like, hon.”
The three of you arrived to Yavin 4 in your old family U-wing. As soon as you landed, Shara ran out to her waiting grandfather, “PAPA KES!”
Kes knelt down and caught the little 6 year old in his arms, “Hey there, flybug!” You and Poe walked out hand in hand. Kes stood back up and hugged the both of you , “Hey, you two. Happy Mother’s Day Y/N.”
“Well, she’s waiting as usual.” Poe nodded and pulled Shara with him towards the back of the Dameron home. You stayed behind and Kes looked at you, “Was this your idea?”
You nodded, “You know how he is. It hurts him too much to come back.”
“I’m glad you’re here though. I think it’s the best time to come here.” He nodded towards the direction your husband and daughter went, “Better go catch up. I’ll be inside finishing up lunch.”
“Okay.” You kissed your father-in-law’s cheek and ran to catch up with your family.
Poe and Shara stood next to the famous Force Tree that was gifted to Poe’s mother by Luke Skywalker.
Shara looked at her dad, then the stone that read his mother’s name that she shared. She ran up to the stone and hugged it, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mama Shara.”
Poe sadly smiled as tears fell from his eyes. You stood next to him and intertwined your fingers with his. His hold on you tightened, afraid that if he faltered even a little, you’d disappear, “Happy Mother’s Day, mama. I miss you and think of you every day. I love you so much.”
Suddenly a wind started to blow making the leaves on the ground the three of you swirl around you.
Little Shara’s eyes widened, “It’s Mama Shara!”
Poe started to cry even more. He closed his eyes and felt the wind on his face. He imagined his mom kissing his cheek. He felt a pressure against his body as if someone was hugging him.
Tears started falling from your eyes. This was something you’ve never experience before. It was beautiful.
Both of you just stood there feeling the wind while Shara danced around trying to catch the leaves floating around her. Her laughter filling both of your ears.
Minutes later, the wind faded and everything was back to its calm and peaceful nature.
Poe opened his eyes and looked at you so lovingly, “Thank you.”
You gently stroked Poe’s cheek and kissed him on the lips, “You’re welcome.”
Kes came up from behind clearing his throat. A knowing look fashioning his face, “Uh, the food’s ready. If you’re hungry.”
“Yay!” Shara ran to you two and tugged at both of your hands, “Let’s eat! Let’s eat!”
Both of you chuckling, “Okay, flybug! We’re coming!”
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The phrase was elaborated upon by President Nelson Mandela in his first month of office, when he proclaimed: ‘Each of us is as intimately attached to the soil of this beautiful country as are the famous jacaranda trees of Pretoria and the mimosa trees of the bushveld – a rainbow nation at peace with itself and the world..’”