Sometimes, in this world, beauty is not easily discovered. The simple, yet relative truth for me is that every time I open one of Shakespeare's works...beauty is all I find.
Not to say that Hamlet stabbing someone is beautiful...but there's something beautiful in the way only Shakespeare can insult. Or show emotion. Or rhyme.
As a Psych major, I guess I just picture beauty waiting to be analyzed here. In the themes. Something within that shouts, "Life is more than you imagine." And that's why I'm here. That what I intend to find.
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