something beautiful

When asked what he thought was beautiful he stated simply, "Imperfections." He went on to define those as flaws- things like cracks in the sidewalk or stretch marks. He finds those beautiful. It struck me as odd, simply because those two things are not what would strike me as attractive.
It’s nice to look at the crack for what it is and for what it could be. . .that maybe it’s the one place a flower could grow- that it’s the one detail in the endlessness of cement that catches your eye- that it’s the one spot that allows life to poke through and flourish- that its very presence and uniqueness is a break from monotony- that a crack may be what allows us to see the beauty in being human.
Alas, I agree- there IS beauty to be found and experienced that is hidden beneath the generics of life and can ONLY be seen through life’s imperfections. . .
I’m still workin on the stretch marks though. . .