My grandfather once said to me, he said “Hell is beautiful.”

I did not understand, I was too young I guess. But looking back at those words, I realize that he was absolutely correct.

There is a certain beauty in going through Hell.

Going through hell, the suffering is quite exquisite. That hunger, the pain is like a well-performed Orchestra.

The maestro God himself and the Orchestra a cast of unfortunate events.

“For who is loved is poor”

There is a certain amount of beauty in poverty. The pain of never having money, and living paycheck to paycheck is gorgeous.

You may not be able to see how attractive you may look when you’re hurting, but others do.

Not to encourage poverty porn, but you look your best right before a triumphant win.

When you lost 10 pounds from not eating, you’ve slept more the 8 hours because there was nothing to do and nowhere to go, and out of boredom you fixate on grooming, you tend to look stunning 😍.

There is a certain beauty that only comes in impoverished situations. When you are struggling and things aren’t going the way you expect then you rely on that inner light.

That inner glow is breathtaking and beautiful. When times are their worst the courage you draw from has painted your portrait and that painting is glorious.

I am just saying, you look good when your doing bad. When times are at their worst, you tend to look your most attractive.

Believe things will get better, but also believe you won’t lose that edge, that glow, and that courage.