The Pursuit of Beauty

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I have been with many women in my life. The whole thing was a journey of ups and downs — almost like an “experimental phase.”

Beautiful women, who sometimes wanted to control my life. But also women who were overweight, who were often more content and less demanding in certain ways.

The pursuit of beauty. The “perfect appearance.” A person without flaws. The purity of an angel.

These are things that have always fascinated me. Maybe because we are taught from an early age to value beauty.

As I get older, I am less easily blinded by it. Searching for a partner has become more of a process of weighing things up. I try to understand people and judge what kind of person they are.

Sometimes a simple look already tells you something.

But in the end, my instinct still reaches for “beauty and purity.” Almost like a divining rod guiding me.

Even though, deep down, humans are not pure creatures. We are also wild, imperfect, and full of contradictions.

Yet everywhere you look, you encounter “beautiful faces.” It feels almost like a selective process.

But as I have said, beauty is not everything. A beautiful exterior does not guarantee a beautiful person.

Still, the search continues. A search that has been inside me since childhood.

Nobody will ever become truly “pure.” We are simply too imperfect on the inside.

And pure superficiality is not the answer either.

My experience at 44 years old.