The mind wonders if beautiful (physically) people realise their God given perfection. This, the curious needs to know. Do they see the same perfection others see? Or do flaws reflect and stare inert before them. But how then can one truly obtain the truth. Blatant probing leads to nothing more than humble, modest and unnecessary answers. Will physical beauty ever equate true happiness. True happiness. What's that? Who is anyone to define happiness. Science it isn't, hence there shall be no generic definition to what happiness is. Each to choose and decide for themselves. That's what life is all about. Is it not? Crafted by the choices and paths taken. Poor judgement, not something to be scoffed at; every decision made is a lesson learnt.
"Cause there's no such thing as a mistake" - This means war