She was pretty and perhaps was the beauty of her university or her neighborhood. But when I imagined looking at her from the eyes of other people who knew her well, a kind of weariness settled on her face. Those who have known her since she was young, innocent and immature; they who knew everything about her: some of them were involved with her, some of them hated her and some of them still admired her or were perhaps even obsessed with her.
A veil of all those images settled on her face, held in place by the weight of memories.
With the loss of mystery, her beauty blurred. What's funny is that I did not even know the mystery but I believed some surely did. I extrapolated it to everything else I have admired or appreciated in my life even slightly. I realized how I miss out on the real, enchanting beauty adorned by the right amount of mystery.
Removing the layers of mystery does not reveal the beauty rather blurs it with the weariness of other's memories.
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The magic of first getting to know someone or something, whose mystery has yet to be unravelled! Nothing is quite as heady as that. But the gloss begins to fade once you have achieved proximity to your desired goal. Why are we so unfortunate? Why can't the exhiliration last? But do remember, each time you get nearer to a person or goal that you look on with excitement, you've lived just a little bit more.You are the richer for it. And you may not be aware at the time but it moulds you into a more enriched being.
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