The mind is incredibly ugly. Asides its wretched appearance, its nasty

membranes, dull grey tissues, and the lumps and bumps that surround throughout,

there are its capabilities, which are mainly what make it despicable. The mind is a

creature of judgment, perceiving and distorting reality into a version that suits its

own self-interests. Without the mind, the concept of “ugly” would not even exist. We

feed on our brains’ compliments, self-pity, and ignorance. Without the mind,

egocentrism would not even exist.

When we emerge from the womb, our tiny brains immediately begin to

absorb and grow. We don’t see ugly; we don’t feel hate. We see colors, shapes,

smiles, and tears. We feel warmth; such as the vibrations from somebody’s soothing

voice as they rock us against their chest. A picture of life is painted for us, and upon

the first few glances, it is intriguing and beautiful. With time, however, the picture

begins to fade and our infatuation recedes; we are left with a void where awe once

resided. We start formulating opinions, tastes, dislikes—the picturesque wonder life

that once was becomes a tarnished photo in an old family album that we seldom

ever open. We taint our world with hate and disgust, forgetting that a mere few

years ago, the world used to take our breath away.

This is why I refuse to accept our minds as chronically ugly. Ostensibly, they

are hideous. But beneath the slime and goo lies an unlimited capacity to love.

Through development and our upbringings, we have become desensitized and

dehumanized. But, at birth, we arrive innately good. The mind is capable of endless

beauty. It is time to let go of our misconceptions and deceptions, and open our

minds to the masterpieces of life.