Do you find the beauty in the world to be painful?

Answer 1

the QUEST for beauty is painful.
pure beauty is free and in the eye of the beholder

Answer 2

No the existence of beauty is never painful, the knowledge that the beauty will fade or die is what is painful! The ugliness created by man is the real Pain in the world!

Answer 3

I believe it the other way around. Beauty lies in the truth and reality that exists in all things in this world if you look deep enough. I find the pain in the world to be beautiful, but beauty exists in a basic human attraction from the center of beauty within you, your soul. There is beauty in pain, but beauty by itself is an original and independent emotion, devoid of joy or agony, help or hurt, pain or pleasure.

Answer 4

There are many different types of beauty, so I will only consider a few. Physical beauty is painful, because it makes life so much harder to live up to. As in the beauty of nature...the trees, the flowers, the grass...nature is truly beautiful. It's painful to think that the beauty of nature will someday be gone because it was taken for granted. But I'm a true believer in inner beauty. Inner beauty...the love and support of a friend...is never painful because even after death, that love and support never dies. Inner beauty never dies (although it can be hidden).

Answer 5

I suppose beauty in the world could be painful or bittersweet. I hear music sometimes that I loved in my teens and it is almost painful to listen to it now. It brings back such beautiful memories and reminds me how quickly time goes by.

On a vacation trip, I visited a city I grew up in and when I got to a familiar road, tears flowed, unexpectedly. Sweet memories dreams and unrequited love does it for me, I guess.

An orange, purple and gold sunset over the Grand Canyon would make me gasp with pain at the beauty of it.

Answer 6

It depends on the situation and how you define beauty. Sometimes, something is painful because it is beautiful, and other times it is beautiful because it is painful. Pain can be pain, and beauty can be beauty, but the inspiration and poetry is when the two meet. It would seem as if the two are hopelessly intertwined, whether it is because of nature, culture, or some combination of the two (as some may argue that because we must define what's natural, "nature" is actually part of "culture".)

Beauty can be seen as many things. You could talk about something's aesthetic value, or you could talk about it in terms of its impact on our lives. Something that moves us in a very profound way can be said to be beautiful. That profound force is one of mystery, of the unknown. It is what you sense when you realize that something has affected you in a way you cannot fully fathom, when you realize something is so much bigger than you are and that you'll never be able to fully conceptualize just how big it is. The feeling of knowing that something exists without being able to fully understand or measure it can be said to be beautiful.

With that thought in mind, you can stray into the philosophy concerning religion. Feeling a connection to a divine force can be truly awe-inspiring, for one senses that they have come up against that which our minds cannot capture with words or images or sounds. It is something that you feel from within you, from your very core. When you make that connection, it can be as if a part of you is awakening that you didn't even know was there. You can feel through your heart what your mind cannot handle, and a sort of enlightenment just comes to you. It is not tangible in the way thoughts are, but its presence is so very real.

Yet when that connection is lost, when the reality we see around us closes harshly back on us like a cell door slamming shut, there is pain. Pain from knowing that you have brushed against something so incredibly beautiful, but that you have lost that beauty when you no longer were able to make that connection. Moments when that connection is made and held can be very rare in life, but you cannot be mistaken when they are made.

Pain, beauty, they are but a continuous reel, both separate and whole. There is no easy way to answer this question but to attempt to describe the feelings that surface upon reflection of such an inquiry. Much more could be said in answer to this question, as my response is only the response of one.

Answer 7

Yes, and no....its kinda tough to explain, but I'll try.
Beauty is a wonder, a breathtaking experience to suddenly be confronted with beauty...natural beauty...where you weren't expecting it. But it can also be painful....when you see something and know that our world is dying ad that what you have seen may well never be seen again. Then theres emotional pain, in trying to compare flawed humanity or the face in the mirror to the beauty you saw.
So, yes and no...and I can't explain it any better.

Answer 8

There is so much ugliness one must get through to see the beauty; though I am aware that most often the ugliness and beauty feed off and survive in each other. Without the ugliness, beauty would not exist.

Answer 9

Yes, sometime when I know the time I have to watch or see the beauty is, limited and thus a bit painful for me to leave. However, I still have it printed on my mind.

Answer 10

No. I find it joyful. Possibly, the pain comes in when you realise that it has to pass, either the beauty or your viewing of it. Read a poem called The Wayfarer Its a bit depressing but says what you are saying, I think.

Answer 11

In one instance, yes. I have a sixteen-year-old granddaughter who looks like she could be a professional model. Tall (almost six feet), willowy and such an inner glow that shows all over.She has shoulder-length chestnut brown hair, huge big "bedroom" eyes and has a wonderful personality. We have all discouraged her from going the beauty pageant route because we don't want superficiality in her life. Right now she is caring of all who comes into her life, just a nice Christian girl and she is looking over the armed forces upon graduation from high school. So, yes, when I think of all that could hurt her in her young life, it hurts me!