I stumbled upon this ironic phrase a few days ago, and it’s been floating around in my mind ever since. Beautiful agony. Yet, such a broad idea. What does it mean? Some may see the expression as an oxymoron. Others believe the two words fit like a glove.
The “ART of Disruption” in ones life.
The struggle one endures in order to persevere.
The physical anxiety one suffers previous to the awe of an epiphany.
The subtle pain moments before reaching most intense point of satisfaction.
And then I crave it… Dissonance.
Not because I want to be unhappy or love “drama.” No. The complete opposite. This form of discomfort leads to a state of harmony.
Beautiful is the adjective that describes the aftermath of the Agony.
Like they’ve always said…
Beauty is pain,