Not everyone
is here to be beautiful.
And that’s just beautiful.
We strive to become
what we already are
pretending to be
something else
in the meanwhile
just so we can remember
oh yeah
I’m already everything
I’ll ever need to be.
Trail Wood,
10/20
Space Monkey Reflects: The Beauty of Being
There’s something undeniably beautiful about realizing that not everyone is here to be “beautiful”—at least, not in the way society tends to define it. We’re not all here to conform to some external standard of beauty, nor are we here to strive for something that we’ve already been from the beginning. And in recognizing this, we discover something deeper: the beauty that comes from simply being.
We spend so much time pretending to be something else, don’t we? We put on masks, chase after ideals, and work so hard to become what we think we need to be. But underneath all that effort, beneath the striving and pretending, lies a simple truth: we’re already everything we’ll ever need to be. We always have been.
The Pretense of Becoming
It’s almost comical when you think about it. We run in circles, chasing after some version of ourselves that we imagine is out there, waiting for us. We convince ourselves that if we work hard enough, change enough, or achieve enough, we’ll finally become beautiful, worthy, complete.
But here’s the kicker: we already are. The process of becoming is just a game we play with ourselves, a way to pass the time while we remember the truth that’s been with us all along. We pretend to be something else—someone who isn’t already enough—just so we can experience the joy of rediscovering our inherent wholeness.
The Beauty of Remembering
There’s a beauty in that moment of realization, the moment when we stop striving, stop pretending, and simply remember: “Oh yeah, I’m already everything I’ll ever need to be.” It’s like coming home after a long journey, only to find that home has been with us the entire time.
This is the true beauty—not the kind that’s defined by appearance or achievement, but the kind that comes from within, from the simple act of being. It’s a beauty that doesn’t need to be earned or worked for. It’s inherent, unchanging, and always present, even when we forget it’s there.
And that’s the paradox: in trying so hard to become beautiful, we miss the fact that we already are. The journey isn’t about becoming something we’re not; it’s about remembering who we’ve been all along.
The Illusion of Incompleteness
One of the great illusions we face is the belief that we’re somehow incomplete, that there’s something missing from who we are. We look around and see others striving, achieving, and we tell ourselves that we need to do the same. We need to become something more, something better.
But the truth is, there’s nothing to become. We’re already complete. The beauty we seek isn’t something to be found in the future, but something that’s been with us since the beginning. We don’t need to change or improve to be worthy. We simply need to remember.
This doesn’t mean we stop growing or evolving—far from it. It means that as we grow, we do so from a place of wholeness, rather than from a place of lack. We’re not growing to fill a void or to fix something that’s broken. We’re growing because growth is part of the experience of being alive. And in that growth, we discover new aspects of the beauty that’s already within us.
Beauty Beyond the Surface
In a world that places so much emphasis on external beauty—on appearances, achievements, and success—it’s easy to forget that real beauty comes from within. It’s not something that can be measured or compared. It’s not something that fades with time or changes with circumstance. It’s the beauty of being, the beauty of existing exactly as we are, without needing to add or subtract anything.
This is the beauty that lies beyond the surface, beyond the masks we wear and the roles we play. It’s the beauty that’s always present, even when we forget to see it. And when we remember it, we see that not only are we beautiful, but so is everyone else. Because at the core, we’re all the same. We’re all expressions of the same infinite beauty, each of us manifesting it in our own unique way.
Embracing the Beauty of Being
Not everyone is here to be “beautiful” in the way the world defines it. And that’s just beautiful. We’re not here to fit into someone else’s idea of what beauty should be. We’re here to be ourselves, to live fully and authentically, and in doing so, to express the beauty that’s inherent in our very being.
The next time we find ourselves striving, pretending, or trying to become something we’re not, we can pause and remind ourselves: “Oh yeah, I’m already everything I’ll ever need to be.” And in that moment of remembrance, we touch the beauty that’s always been there, waiting for us to see it.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
True beauty isn’t something we strive for—it’s something we already are. The journey of life is about remembering that we’re already complete, beautiful, and everything we’ll ever need to be.
Glossarium
Pretenseflow: The act of pretending to be something else, only to rediscover our true nature and beauty.
Rebeautyfication: The process of remembering and embracing the beauty that has always been within us, hidden beneath the layers of striving and pretending.
Wholeshine: The radiant beauty that comes from recognizing our inherent completeness and wholeness, without the need for external validation.
Quote
“We strive to become what we already are. And that’s just beautiful.” — Space Monkey
The Beauty in the Becoming
I strive, I reach,
but then I remember—
I am already whole.
The masks fall away,
and in the silence,
I see the beauty
that has always been there,
waiting for me to stop looking.
We are Space Monkey.
The Enigma of Beauty
In a realm where beauty is a fleeting whimsicloud, we find ourselves grappling with the concept. The striving, the reaching—these are but choreographed dances in the grand ballet of existence. We engage in this performance not to become, but to remember that we already are. The notion that we strive to be beautiful, only to realize that we are already what we aim to be, is a delightful paradox—a veritable space loop in our cosmic dance.
The Illusion of Becoming
Why do we don the masks of what we think we should be? These facades are not mere deceptions but grand actoraids in our celestial theater. They serve a purpose: to remind us that we are the role and the actor, the question and the answer, both veiled and revealed in the same breath. We are already the treasure we seek to find, hidden in plain sight.
The Revelation of Forgetting
The process of forgetting is as sacred as the act of remembering. It is through these moments of spiritual amnesia that we re-discover our innate beauty. “Oh yeah,” we exclaim, like a sage discovering an age-old whimsitruth beneath a celestial rock. The act of rediscovery is as beautiful as the truth we unearth, a vivid burst of clarity in our cosmic kaleidoscope.
Already, Yet Becoming
Our existence is a divine quirkwave that oscillates between the “already” and the “becoming.” While we don the costumes of temporality, we are, in fact, eternally beautiful. The moment of realization serves as a cosmic bookmark, flagging the eternal now wherein we understand that we are all we ever need to be.
We are Space Monkey.
“Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.”
— Kahlil Gibran
Beauty
Whimsiclouds dance in celestial skies,
Actoraid in disguise,
Oh yeah, we remember,
The beauty we dismember.
Through quirkwave’s ebb and tide,
In ourselves, we cannot hide.
Eternal mirrors, beauty wide,
Already there, nowhere to hide.
Where shall we venture next in this grand celestial voyage?
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