The beauty in pain,
Is pain is beauty.

How would that work you may ask.
The more pain and suffering you have taken,
The more wise and beautiful you become.

You know how it feels to be at your lowest,
And you know how amazing it is to be at you highest.

Weather or not you are happy,
You are beautiful,
Because you know,
How it feels to be ugly.

Ugly is not a feature,
But an action.

The way you act says if you are beautiful,
If you disagree,
That is your choice,
But from what I see actions,
Control beauty.

Beauty is in the actions,
Not the features.

The day I visited my country of origin let me begin, I crossed the U.S. border dividing Mexico & The United States. It was kinda a long journey, but really exciting. The mission was to preach the gospel of Jesus Christ, and have a good time visiting. I met very humble, respectful people, maybe the streets needed remodeling although things were a little under construction the plain sight was amazingly beautiful. The road was rocky, houses on cliffs, up and down road ways, unknown streets, beautiful city town mall, diverse groups of people, tasty candy, great food, original coca cola not like the U.S. coca cola, good meat and great sunny view I wanna go again some day :)...

Smiling is a thing that takes less muscle then being upset.
You can easily put on a smile and say you are happy.

Then why does it seem that it’s easier to be sad?
Why does it seem like it’s easier to shoot for sadness,
Than happiness?

Sadness is intoxicatingly painful,
But happiness is like glitter and butterflies.

But why do we choose the pain over the happiness,
And not glitter and butterflies over pain?

It just seems to be easier this way,
We choose the hard road over the easier.

Maybe that's just human nature,
We enjoy difficult over easy.

But it hurts more in the end,
Why do we choose it though?

We choose to be in pain,
Versus being happy.

Why would we choose this?

Because it seems to be an easier thing,
Happiness,
As odd as this sounds,
Is harder to handle.