There is a certain beauty that arises from suffering or rather from failing to be defeated by suffering; an air of regal-ness in a head held high against the coming storm.  Eyes heavy and tired from hard work and sleepless anxious nights and features worn and scarred from years of pain and struggles. Yet in those eyes burns a fire that refuses to be extinguished and there is a smile defiant and brilliant as if to say “you cannot break me”. This is true beauty, unfading and pure.  The painted, plastic faces our world has come to admire are nothing compared to this, for they are merely an illusion a reflection of cheap vanity and will fade in time.  True beauty does not dim with age but grows brighter and stronger.  This is the beauty this world should admire most, for it is honest and endless.